Quotes About Intimacy

We sit together in silence for a while. This is what I have always liked about James. We can make a good silence together. There's something between us that doesn't need words or actions. It settles around us and I can feel it now, hovering gently, ready to wrap me in its nebulous folds, like a delicate lace shawl. I want it to be like this always, something inside us meeting and holding hands, something calm and soothing and healing.

A kiss that speaks volumes is seldom a first edition.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

What I'm writing to you is not for reading— it's for being.

I read what I'd written and thought once again: from what violent chasms is my most intimate intimacy nourished, why does it deny itself so much and flee to the domain of ideas? I feel within me a subterranean violence, a violence that only comes to the surface during the act of writing.

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

her short stories read like perfect songs.

Às vezes sentava-me na rede, balançando-me com o livro aberto no colo, sem tocá-lo, em êxtase puríssimo. Não era mais uma menina com um livro: era uma mulher com o seu amante.

Quis o mar e sentiu os lençóis da cama.

Ahora lo sé: soy sola. Yo y mi liberad que no sé usar. La gran responsabilidad de la soledad. Quien no está perdido no conoce la libertad y no la ama. En cuanto a mí, asumo mi soledad. Que a veces se extasía como ante los fuegos artificiales. Soy sola y tengo que vivir una cierta gloria íntima que en la soledad pueda convertirse en dolor. Y el dolor, en silencio.

I want, inside this night, life raw and bloody and full of saliva. I want this word: splendidness, splendidness is the fruit in its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want distances. My wild intuition about myself. But my main thing is always hidden. I am implicit. And when I make myself explicit I lose the humid intimacy.

Suddenly I was crying. It was already love.

Nunca la olvidé: jamás se olvida a una persona con la que se ha dormido.

I am alone in the world and I don't believe in anyone, everyone lies, sometimes even when making love, I don't think one being speaks to another, the truth only comes to me when I'm alone.

Escrevo-te toda inteira e sinto um sabor em ser e o sabor-a-ti é abstracto como o instante.

It's so odd and hard to substitute the paintbrush now for that strangely familiar but always remote thing, the word. The extreme and intimate beauty is within it.

Li o que havia escrito e de novo pensei: de que abismos violentos se alimenta a minha mais íntima intimidade, para que ela se negue a si mesma de tal forma e fuja para o domínio das idéias? Sinto em mim uma violência subterrânea, violência que só vem à tona no ato de escrever.

I understand a hen, perfectly. I mean, the intimate life of a hen, I know how it is.

there are indestructible things that accompany the body to death as if they had been born with it. And one of them is what is created between a man and a woman who have experienced certain moments together.

I was no longer a little girl with a book: I was a woman with her lover.

Qué estoy diciendo? Estoy diciendo amor. Y cerca del amor estamos nosotros.

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.

E digo: eu está apaixonada pelo teu eu. Então nós é.

Amor será dar de presente ao outro a própria solidão? Pois é a última coisa que se pode dar de si.