Quotes About Intimacy

It's a lot easier to play in front of quite a lot of strangers than a couple of your friends just because when it's someone that really knows you, it's much more scary.

'Humans of New York' is basically somebody walking up to absolute strangers on the street every day and, within minutes, talking with them about very personal things. Some things they haven't even told their best friends or family members.

You look to me like misty roses Too soft to touch But too lovely to leave alone

them growing, and now he was certain that she felt it too. She was as keen to be close to him as he was to her. It felt a little awkward in the company of the others—he'd invaded their group, after all, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Curt had brought him along as a potential fix-up. But he couldn't deny the effect she was having over him. He only hoped she'd brought a bikini. He

There were colleagues and acquaintances aplenty, but she was the closest thing he had to a good friend.

The thing is, these two tiny things are so tangled together, that if you separate them and put them millions or even billions of miles apart, they still know about each other. They still relate to each other. If one of them changes, the other one changes - immediately, in the same millisecond. They each know what is happening to the other one, even though they might be light years apart. That's how intimate they are. That's how entwined their destinies are.

Loving a man shouldn't have to be this rough

I need you like a needle needs a vein.

We love each other, saying that as if our love were something in us, or between us. No: Around us, breathing our two names in and out of its vast mysterious lungs— around us like a forest at night, a planetary atmosphere known only one small breath at a time, fruit at whose center little seeds sleep, thinking they know. from "He Glimpses the Breadth of Love

his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.

Quando nasce un amore non si è mai a corto di argomenti.

That intimacy is nice, too - knowing that you know so much about someone.

You don't ever know what anyone's really like,' I said 'Cause you do.' 'How?' 'They tell you; you tell them.' 'That's assuming you're honest. What if you lie?' 'Why would you want to lie?

Do you believe love is a chemical reaction between two people?" "At first it is. Then, theoretically, it grows into something more. Or dies.

See, this is the other side of the coin. This is a girl's downfall. The guy goes soft in the head and starts talking to her like a moron and she wants to take care of him. He's just cuddly fool who can't make it without her.

Those colors of hers really begin their attack on me now, ripping through my skin, electrifying my bloodstream, sending sparks zapping around in my stomach. I take a long pull on my whisky but I can't keep a hard-on from starting. I only mention this because I have a theory that the hard-on is the number one reason for sexism down through history. I mean, it is seriously impossible to really soak in a girl's ideas, no matter how deep or true, when you have a stiffy coming on.

The whole magnetic thing about sex is you want the other person to want you.

See, I agree with what Cassidy says - once you have sex you'll always be sewn together with an astral thread.

The whole magnetic thing about sex is you want the other person to want you. I mean, that's what separates us from the animals. That and haircuts.

How he would have liked to sit there beside her. Not talking—not doing anything. Not so much as touching her. He had never felt like that before. Someone he just wanted to be with.

Why are you so angry with your Duckling, harry? Don't you like it when I open my legs wide to you? Cross them over you - the way you like? What will you do when your little Duckling isn't there anymore to touch you with her soft fingertips, Harry, where you like it? First the left nipple and then the right. Your Duckling doesn't want to leave you, Harry." "Duckling..." "I need freedom sometimes, Harry.

She'd also been suffering from a painful sexually transmitted disease, given her by her husband.

Middle-aged men of privilege could be seen on corner couches in the embrace of somebody not their wife. Steve usually had a photographer circulating, given free access by his boss to take pictures of the most intimate situations. The photos proved very useful and helped to ensure that those in the know would not turn on their political master—a conspiracy of silence that proved remarkably successful

It scares them because of the forced intimacy with a place that gives nothing back to a stranger, a place where the land and its weather—probably the most violent and extreme on earth—demand only one thing: humility.