Quotes About Intimacy

He reaches out and touches my hair, traces the hollow of my cheekbone.

By you, I am forever undone.

I missed you," I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. "In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." "My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.

the difference between a friend and a good friend is when you tell a friend a man's done you wrong, they commiserate. When you tell a good friend, they ask where you want to bury the body.

I don't think you can keep someone you truly love at arm's length on purpose, they'll always end up in your arms.

Nobody outside a marriage can really know what's happening on the inside of it.

To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it those who have, fear it.

Therefore don't you be gentle to your wife either. Don't tell her everything you know, but tell her one thing and keep another thing hidden.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and of love.

Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto... Déjame entrar a tu íntimo alfabeto para saber lo tuyo por su nombre y a través de tus letras hablar de lo que permanece y también de auroras y de nieblas Déjame entrar para aprenderte y girar en tu órbita de voces hablándote de lo que me acontece describiéndote a ti Quiero dar testimonio a los hombres de tus enes y tus zetas desnudarte ante ellos como una niña para que todos se expresen con acento puro.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

A student undergoing a word-association test was asked why a snowstorm put him in mind of sex. He replied frankly: "Because everything does."

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Il ya toute une vie dans une heure d'amour.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Hortense was a wife; Valerie a mistress. Many men desire to have these two editions of the same work, although it is proof of deep inferiority in a man if he cannot make his wife his mistress. Seeking variety is a sign of impotence.

A husband and wife found themselves in love with each other for the first time after twenty-seven years of marriage.

Ah! love is a mystery; it can only live hidden in the depths of the heart. You say, even to your friend, 'Behold her whom I love,' and there is an end of love.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

I didn't think, then, that we could ever be closer. I'm not sure anyone can. I'm not sure there is a place closer to someone than being at their side, awake, while they're asleep.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together...It was as simple and complicated as that. Love after children, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best...-well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

every relationship had its own "love account." Doing something kind for your partner was like a deposit. A negative comment was a withdrawal. The trick was to keep your account in credit.

Alice would give anything, anything at all, to be lying in bed with Nick, waiting for a cup of tea. Maybe he got sick of making her cups of tea? Was that it? Had she taken him for granted? Who did she think she was, some sort of princess, lying in bed waiting for cups of tea to be delivered.