Quotes About Intimacy

It's just love, she said cheerfully. whatever that may be, he replied.

Neither was in love with a young man unless he was she were verbally very near: that is unless they were profoundly interested, talking to one another. The amazing, the profound, the unbelievable thrill there was in passionately talking to some really clever young man by the hour, resuming day after day for months...

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

there is no pornography without a secrecy.

Thank God I've got a woman! Thank God I've got a woman who is with me, and tender and aware of me. Thank God she's not a bully, nor a fool. Thank God she's a tender, aware woman.

In every living thing there is the desire for love.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of. We're only half-conscious, and half-alive. We've for to come alive and aware. Especially the English have got to get into touch with one another, a bit delicate and a bit tender. It's our crying need.

But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

So they won't be able to blow out my wanting you, nor the little glow there is between you and me. We'll be together next year. And though I'm frightened, I believe in your being with me.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of. We're only half-conscious, and half alive.

Try to love me a little more, and want me a little less.

So I lay on your breast for an obscure hour Feeling your fingers go Like a rhythmic breeze Over my hair, and tracing my brows, Till I knew you not from a little wind:  Ã¢â'¬â€ I wonder now if God allows Us only one moment of his keys. If only then You could have unlocked the moon on the night, And I baptized myself in the light Of your love; we both have entered then the white Pure passion, and never again.

Cu tine nu comunic prin simÈ›uri, ci prin spirit. De asta nu ne putem iubi în înÈ›elesul comun. AfecÈ›iunea noastr? nu este dintre acelea pe care le întâlneÈ™ti la tot pasul. ?i totuÈ™i suntem muritori de rând, È™i a tr?i unul al?turi de cel?lalt ar fi cumplit, deoarece cu tine nu pot fi carnal È™i, È™tii tu, a vieÈ›ui de-a pururi mai presus de aceasta a muritorului de rând ar însemna s-o pierzi cu totul.

The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned interchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

It was as if she could scarcely stand the shock of physical love, even a passionate kiss, and then he was too shrinking and sensitive to give it.

Heart an' belly an' cock.

Little by little, living together, two people fall into a sort of unison, they vibrate so intricately to one another. That's the real secret of marriage

Every man has made a ghastly fool of himself with a woman at some time or other.

I would like to have all the rest of the world disappear,' she said, `and live with you here.' `It won't disappear,' he said.

Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him.

Her hand lay on the gate-post as she balanced. He put his own over it. His heart beat thickly. But did you - were you ever - did you give him a chance? Chance? - how? To come near you. Iw married him - and I was willing- They both strove to keep their voices steady. I believe he loves you, he said. It looks like it, she replied. He wanted to take his hand away, and could not. She saved him by removing her own.

He crouched down, and carefully put his finger through the thorns into the round door of the nest. It's almost as if you were feeling inside the live body of the bird, he said... After that, Miriam came to see it everyday. It seemed so close to her. Again, going down the hedge side with the girl, he noticed the celandines, scalloped slashes of gold, on the side of the ditch. I like them, he said, when their petals go flat back with the sunshine. They seem to be pressing themselves at the sun.

Why do I like this so? Always something in his breast shrank from these close, intimate dazzled looks of hers. Why do you? he asked. I don't know - it seems so true.