Quotes About Intimacy

Only to my experience the mass of women are like this: most of them want a man, but don't want the sex, but they put up with it, as part of the bargain.

Then there's the sort that puts you out before you really "come," and go on writhing their loins till they bring themselves off against your thighs. But they're mostly the Lesbian sort. It's astonishing how Lesbian women are, consciously or unconsciously. Seems to me they're nearly all Lesbian.

She's had no love. No! - Well, you must make up to her.

You, you might marry, a man who would not pour himself out like fire before you.

I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with a warm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly, everything would come all right.

He was filled with the warmth of her. In the glow, he could almost feel her as if she were present.

She woke me in the morning with cries of dismay.

Well, so many words, because I can't touch you. If I could sleep with my arms round you, the ink could stay in the bottle.

Clifford'u öpmeden ayr?l?yordu. Clifford ona keskin soÄŸuk gözlerle bakt?. Demek öyle! bütün bir akÅŸam?n? ona kitap okumakla geçirmiÅŸti. Gene de öpmeden gidiyordu. Ne kat? yürekli kad?nda! Bir öpücük kal?plaÅŸm?? bir davran??t? belki ama böyle kal?plaÅŸm?? davran??lara dayand? yaÅŸam.

And do you care for me?" He kissed her without answering. "Tha mun goo, let me dust thee," he said. His hand passed over the curves of her body, firmly, without desire, but with soft, intimate knowledge. As she ran home in the twilight the world seemed a dream; the trees in the park seemed bulging and surging at anchor on a tide, and the heave of the slope to the house was alive.

I love thee that I call go into thee, he said. Do you like me? she said, her heart beating. It heals it all up, that I can go into thee.

My feelings for you run very deep. - Loor Not deep enought, I guess. - Bobby (The Rivers of Zadaa)

and I knew better than I had ever known before, knew with all the reluctant certainty of a broken heart, that the intimate affection of a husband—and perhaps even the innocent love of a child—could never compete with the thrill she got from the adulation of strangers.

is like being surrounded by the sounds from childhood. Hearing your parents talk at dinner. The clinking of silverware on plates and the wood table. It feels like when your mom comes close to say good night as you drift off to sleep. They are the sounds of being surrounded by intimacy. The first years of life. Of being embraced.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

Lonnie's monotonous speech gives him an advantage, the same advantage foreigners have: his words are not worn out. It is like a code tapped through a wall. Sometimes he asks me straight out: do you love me? and it is possible to tap back: yes, I love you.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away.

She usually shooed me out when I caught her naked, but Daddy's anger had left her far away and careless. The ashtray sat on the edge of the tub, filled with stubbed-out Pall Malls; the bathroom was thick with smoke that moved when I moved.

Love was always the thing that did that-smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

thought about how love was always the thing that did that—smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt. .

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

Loafe with me on the grass—loose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I want—not custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.