Quotes About Intimacy

I thought how difficult it was, how impossible all marriages really are, each person coming to battle with separate and complicated histories. It made a case for incest.

Is this what love gets up to, one person demanding self-exposure so there's more to love

But what galled our audience, really, is the fact that our friendship grew out of wanting to interest each other. We wanted the world to have no part in it.

I'd look on as old men walked down city streets arm in arm with their wives. I would watch babies resting on their mothers' bellies in patches of grass and sunlight in Central Park. I would watch cigarette-smoking teenagers glittering with meanness and youth, whispering and laughing as they shopped on lower Broadway. These exchanges of intimacy were all the same to me because they excluded me [...]

I cling to that story in The Symposium, of the two halves coming together in "an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight," because that's all I want to know.

Che bisogno hai di cambiare? Per me va benissimo essere l'unico a capire ciò che provi! Così è come se fossi tutto mio, no?

We'll drive backwards in what will become your new car to the beach where we first slept side by side. The green waves will go back into the ocean, yellow and blue. You'll pull up my underwear. I'll button your shirt. We'll dress and dress and dress. Then we'll step into our footprints and erase our trail.

This surely is the way to be, I thought to myself, that one should take hold of those one loves most and simply look into their eyes for a long time, or perhaps, for eternity.

I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.

There and then, sitting beside her and within the strength of my adoration, I felt invincible.

Holding her hand and then having her squeeze right back or having her smile at you when your eyes meet, that's all fine but you haven't heard exactly how the other feels yet. When I think back, that time when you've got all these feelings growing inside, well that was when it was most fun.

Mina drömmar om kärleken - des tycktes mig en gång att de voro så nära, så nära att bli verklighet.

I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. "And you." He looks at me, his lips curving in something that's not quite a smile; it's more and less than that. "I knew little else, but I always knew you." And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again.

He stares at me as though I am a stranger, but I have never felt less like one. For the first time, we are both unmasked.

It's funny how you get under his skin." At first, I'm not sure I heard him right. I almost ask whom he's talking about, because I can't quite believe he's admitting that high and mighty Cardan is affected by anything. "Like a splinter?" I say. "Of iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.

He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.

Above me is the same silvery moon that shines down on you. Looking at it makes me recall the glint of your blade pressed against my throat and other romantic moments.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

I try not to be too conscious of his long fingers tracing over the paper, of the sick thrill I get when he looks at me.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.