Quotes About Intimacy

Then her eyes blazed naken in a kind of ecstasy, that frightened him.

Come and see what books I found you, he said. She followed him implicitly. Books did not matter to her. But he insisted on her approving. She gazed over his arm, not seeing. But she touched him.

Don't talk any more, she pleaded softly, laying her hand on his forehead. He lay quite still, almost unable to move. His body was somewhere discarded. Why not - are you tired? Yes, and it wears you out. He laughed shortly, realising. Yet you always make me like it, he said.

you have never known either real tenderness or real sensuality: and if you do know them, with the same person, it makes a great difference.

That there was any love growing between him and Miriam, neither of them would have acknowledged. He thought he was too sane for such sentimentality, and she thought herself too lofty.

He hid his face against her, who was warm and like sunlight. She seemed to have sunlight inside her. Her heart beating seemed like sunlight upon him

She felt different from the rest of them, with their hard, easy, shallow intimacy, that seemed to cost them so little.

We fucked a flame into being. Even the flowers are fucked into being between the sun and the earth.

Paul, walking alongside, laced his fingers in the strings of the bag Miriam was carrying... the meadow was bathed in a glory of sunshine, and the path was jewelled, and it was seldom that he gave her any sign. She held her fingers very still among the strings of the bag, his fingers touching.

He would not have it that they were lovers. The intimacy between them had been kept so abstract, such a matter of the soul, all thought and weary struggle into consciousness, that he saw it only as a Platonic friendship. He stoutly denied there was anything else between them. Miriam was silent, or else she very quietly agreed. He was a fool who did not know what was happening to himself.

Their intimacy was so abstract, he did not know he wanted to crush her onto his breast to ease the ache there. He was afraid of her. The fact that he might want her as a man wants a woman had in him been suppressed into shame.

There had come into his forehead a knitting of the brows which was becoming habitual with him, particularly when he was with Miriam. She longed to smooth it away, and she was afraid of it. It seemed the stamp of a man who was not her man in Paul Morel.

Do you like me?' `Very much! And you see there's no question of kissing between us, is there?' `None at all!' said Connie. `But oughtn't there to be?' ` Why, in God's name? I like Clifford, but what would you say if I went and kissed him?' `But isn't there a difference?

Yes, I feel something is wrong between men and women. A woman has no glamour for a man any more.' `Has a man for a woman?' She pondered the other side of the question. `Not much,' she said truthfully.

They were so intimate, and utterly out of touch.

Miriam entered. All alone? she said. Yes. As if at home, she took off her tam o'shanter and her long coat, hanging them up. It gave him a thrill. This might be their own house, his and hers.

Light, old boy? said Beatrice, tilting her cigarette at him. He bent forward to her to light his cigarette at hers. She was winking at him as he did so. Miriam saw his eyes trembling with mischief, and his full, almost sensual mouth quivering. He was not himself, and she could not bear it. As he was now, she had no connection with him, she might as well not have existed. She saw the cigarette dancing on his full red lips. She hated his thick hair for being tumbled loose on his forehead.

Her dark eyes were naked with their love, afraid, and yearning. His eyes too were dark, and they hurt her. They seemed to master her.

She was slightly afraid—deeply moved and religious. That was her best state. He was impotent against it.

He went straight to the sink where his wife was washing up. What, are thee there! he said boisterously. Sluther off an' let me wesh my-sen. You may wait till I've finished, said his wife. Oh mun I? - An' what if I shonna? This good-humoured threat amused Mrs Morel. Then you can go and wash yourself in the soft water tub.... With which he stood watching her a moment, then went away to wait for her.

don't you REALLY WANT to get married?

Možda su jedino ljudi koji su sposobni da se stvarno intimno spoje s drugima, jedini koji izgledaju tako sami u svemiru. Ostali imaju izvjesnog ljepila, oni se lijepe uz masu.

I've brought thee a sup o' tea, lass, he said. Well you needn't, for you know I don't like it, she replied. Drink it up, it'll pop thee off to sleep again. She accepted the tea. It pleased him to see her take it and sip it. I'll back my life there's no sugar in, she said. Yi - there's one big un, he replied, injured. It's a wonder, she said sipping again. She had a winsome face when her hair was loose. He loved her to grumble at him in this manner.

Miriam had one beautiful evening with him in the hay... he talked to her of his hopes and despairs, and his whole soul seemed to lie bare before her. She felt as if she watched the very quivering stuff of life in him. The moon came out: they walked home together: he seemed to have come to her because he needed her so badly.