Quotes About Intimacy

I always fall for the truly cold, cold people, cold men because I decide their reserve and awkwardness is really bottled-up warmth that they're waiting for me to release, an act for which they'll repay me with extravagant love.

Extraordinary creature! So close a friend, and yet so remote.

Let me feel how thy pulses beat.

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

Her fingers touched me! She smells all amber.

A soulmate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.

A friendship that like love is warm A love like friendship, steady.

It may help us, in those times of trouble, to remember that love is not only about relationship, it is also an affair of the soul.

Sex and religion are closer to each other that either might prefer.

A friendship like love is warm a love like friendship is steady.

Perhaps no two events ever united so intimately and forceably to combat and expel prejudice, as the Revolution of America, and the Alliance with France. Their effects are felt, and their influence already extends as well to the old world as the new. Our style and manner of thinking have undergone a revolution, more extraordinary than the political revolution of the country. We see with other eyes; we hear with other ears; and think with other thoughts, than those we formerly used.

The intimacy which is contracted in infancy, and the friendship which is formed in misfortune, are, of all others, the most lasting and unalterable.

They didn't speak, only touched and kissed, feeling the understanding that they loved each other deeply and permanently—that for him, she was the one woman who would stand in his life for all women, and in her life, he would stand for all men.

They're in love. Fuck the war.

They're in love. Fuck the war.

The many faces of intimacy: the Victorians could experience it through correspondence, but not through cohabitation; contemporary men and women can experience it through fornication, but not through friendship.

A woman always thinks it takes two to keep a secret, but I'm here to say I think it takes one.

Her mirror was her only intimate, and she wanted its reflection to be the single most important statement she cared to make.

Can the spouse be better than in her husband's company? Where can the soul be better than in drawing near to God?

our town we like to know the facts about everybody.

This is love--not what we say to each other but what we not say. Sometime it just one look exchange. Sometime one word. But underlining everything we say or not say, something else. Something heavy and deep, like when we in bed and looking into each other's eyes. For six years, everything between husband and me was on top, like skin. Now it hidden, like bone and muscle. [...] He care for me now. He finally see me. And he like what he see.

Go." "Can't." Eva shook her head. "It'd require breaking myself open." "Why don't you want to?" "It's a mess in there," she said hollowly. He wondered when the last time she'd fallen apart in front of someone was. "But that's the good stuff," he insisted. "It's you.