Quotes About Intimacy

There remained only those rare periods of amorousness which still came to them at times but did not last long. These were islets at which they anchored for a while and then again set out upon that ocean of veiled hostility which showed itself in their aloofness from one another. This aloofness might have grieved Ivan Ilych had he considered that it ought not to exist, but he now regarded the position as normal, and even made it the goal at which he aimed in family life. His

Marriage is the wastepaper basket of the emotions.

They had sung these verses before but there was no longer any need to conceal what they meant by them; the words had not changed, only their immediacy, only the emphasis with which certain phrases were intoned. "Now they gradually threw off the mask," Washington recalled, "and were not afraid to let it be known that the 'freedom' in their songs meant freedom of the body in this world."4

Love can't mature in one room. It has to come out of the full sharing of everything: joys, aspirations, downfalls, all of it. That's the only real path to love.

And you want to travel with herAnd you want to travel blindAnd you know that she will trust youFor you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.

Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I'd never been your lover

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is like a mouth.

The Dream" "O I had such a wonderful dream, she said. I dreamed you made love to me. At last, he said to himself, the spirit has taken up some of the heavy work.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios....

You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat You'd have to be a man to know How good that feels, how sweet

To kiss her there was to intrude into something private and skeletal, like a turtle's shoulder.