Quotes About Intimacy

But we feel this connection all the time, don't we? Our bodies don't have to be touching to be connected to one another. Our heart races without contact. Our breath holds until the threat is gone.

Falling in love with someone doesn't mean you know any better how they feel. It only means you know how to feel.

don't touch me i said because i can't handle someone being good to me.

I want to say more, but don't know what the words are supposed to be. I feel such a tenderness for these vulnerable night time conversations, the way words take a different shape in the air when there's no room in the air.

When I say, Be my lover, I don't mean, Let's have an affair. I don't mean Sleep with me. I don't mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her, or control her. She is yours because you say anything to her whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to. Most of the time this isn't necessary. But the secret smile comes from knowing it's available, even when she's half a world away.

If I were in a different body, this would be the time I would lean down and kiss her. If I were in a different body, that kiss could transform the night from off to on. If I were in a different body, she would see me inside. She would see what she wanted to see. But now it's awkward.

I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it on you.

They don't have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.

apparel, n.: There are times I don't mind doing the laundry, because folding your clothes reminds me of the shape of you.

We're told that the most powerful words in the world are 'I love you.' And while I think those are powerful, I think equally powerful is this phrase: I have started to know you, and I want to know more.

You didn't move your arm. You let me rest there. You didn't pull away. You pulled closer. You were so good to me. You knew and pretended you didn't. "Let's always love each other, and never be in love with each other." And I agreed.

The kissing was supposed to take me away from all the problems. All the thoughts. All the doubts. But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.

You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

I never thought I would end up with someone who wasn't possessed by music in the same way I am.

That would have been the worst kind of violation, to read you words uninvited.

It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you.

When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

I want to keep saying hello. Because it all feels like hello.

Now I read the updates on her online profile and she read mine, and that's what we were to each other.

It's when you walk around the apartment in my boxers when you don't know I'm awake. And then that grin, when you do know I'm awake. You spend so much time in the morning making sure every hair is in place. But I have to tell you: I like it most like this, haphazard, sleep-strewn, disarrayed.

With that right person, you can have a late-night conversation at any time of the day.