Quotes About Intimacy

Quiero ser anónima e íntima. Quiero hablar sin hablar, de ser posible.

Y cuando pienso que no existe otro igual al mío en este mundo siento un susto alegre. Y nunca lo habrá. Nunca es lo imposible. [...] ¿Qué hay entre nunca y siempre que los une tan indirectamente e íntimamente?

It's like moments I had with you, when I would love you, moments I couldn't go past because I descended into their depths.

He hablado mucho sobre la muerte. Pero voy a hablarte ahora sobre el soplo de vida. Cuando uno ya no respira se le hace la respiración boca a boca; se pega la boca a la boca del otro y se respira. Y el otro empieza a respirar otra vez. Este intercambio de respiración es una de las cosas más bellas que he oído contar de la vida. En realidad la belleza de este boca a boca me está deslumbrando.

Where? On the impalpable and the invisible. Nowhere. Not even necessarily in the place where my mistress happens to be, since I sometimes love her better absent than present.

Il est plus facile d'être un voyageur ou un savant que d'être un ami, un amant. Plus aisé d'aimer les hommes vaguement que d'aimer à la perfection un seul être imparfait.

Another person's body, sometimes, can be terrifying.

Why do you feel comfortable saying this to me? You wish the light would turn red or a police siren would go off so you could slam on the brakes, slam into the car ahead of you, fly forward so quickly both your faces would suddenly be exposed to the wind.

Intimate, loving, and enduring relationships with our family and close friends will be among the sources of the deepest joy in our lives.

Highway: Just because we're holding hands doesn't mean we'll be taking warm showers together until the wee hours of the morning." Sgt Gunnery Highway to Stitch Jones in Heartbreak Ridge

My wife is my closest friend. Sure, I'm attracted to her in every way possible, but that's not the answer. Because I've been attracted to other people, and I couldn't stand 'em after a while.

The morning will come In the press of every kiss, With your head upon my chest Where I will annoy you With every waking breath Until you decide to wake up.

I've got you under my skin,I've got you deep in the heart of me,So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me,I've got you under my skin.

Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid?

Love...is also a form of poison, for to fall in love is to want and to need everything necessary for survival from one all-powerful and barely differentiated Other.

Do I have a separate room? Don't I make love to you well?" She hesitated, smiling with exquisite suspicion. "Do you call that love, Fred?" "There are other words for it, but you wouldn't appreciate them.

No, she was not like a lover to me, for I forgot that she was beautiful, that we had come together in despite of a man, in the deep and growing indifference we felt toward that man. We were join in an infinity so pure that I never thought of death...

One can't write of love while making love.

Your kiss at night is the sweetest for sure It allows me to dream of a thousand more.

He never tired of watching her breathe. Every night spent beside her was an honour.

Love wasn't just a soft, easy thing of the senses. It was hard, deep, austere.

maar ik hou eigenlijk nog meer van een groep woorden die zich samen plotseling bijzonder intiem gaan voelen en zeggen: laat ons nou maar altijd bij elkaar, er hoeft er geen meer bij te komen.

How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg -- a cozy, loving pair.

She became aware of his hands, moving up both sides of her, sliding up from her waist to her rib cage. Bad news. Instinctively she knew that it was "either-or." Either she opened her mouth and let the mad tongue in--or he was going to, sure as God made little apples, grab her little apples. The choice, she knew, was hers--for he lingered there, simultaneously, in both areas of combat, as if to say, "You have five seconds, take your pick.