Quotes About Intimacy

He doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

Best place to be? Adrienne asks after a moment. On the other side of this wall. In my bed, at home. Anywhere with Nathaniel. Before, I answer, because I know she'll understand.

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?

I meant I like feeling you're mine.

There are building blocks of love and the very bottom layer is comfort. (from Vanishing Acts)

When I see him, his frame filling the doorway, I do not feel passion, excitement. I can't remember if I ever have. He makes me feel comfortable, like a favorite pair of shoes.

Me, I like him because of one of Rocco's other things: he doesn't look people in the eye. He says that's how someone can steal your soul.

It's not that he doesn't love you enough to tell you the truth," she said. "It's that he loves you too much to risk it.

I catalog the breadth of his shoulders, the damp curls at the nape of his neck; the way the tendons in his forearms shift and play as he scrolls through his texts. It's shocking, sometimes, to be confronted with this when a second ago he sat on my shoulders, trying to pull down a star and unravel a thread of the night.

When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes. Well, that's a deal breaker for me. It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you, squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of complete invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact.

His hand fell like a prayer on her temple.

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone?

I told you because I didn't know how not to.

Sabía muy bien cómo bajar la escalera sin hacer ruido. Ya lo había hecho un par de veces con anterioridad, para encontrarse con Matt en el patio de atrás. Una noche él le había enviado un mensaje de móvil: «Quiero verte ahora». Ella había salido a encontrarse con él vestida con un camisón blanco de algodón, como un fantasma, y cuando él la tocó, por un momento le pareció que iba a escurrírsele entre los dedos.

He did not have to read the careful number to know the weight of Emily's heart; he'd held it for years

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been?

You trust someone who makes spaces for you in his or her life…so much so that if you leave, they will del the absence. You give someone your vulnerable, unshelled heart wrapped in a question: What will you do with it?

But it feels like we are sitting on a tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit to or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. How am I supposed to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?

He presses himself so close to me that any hurt left on the surface between us spreads thin, becomes a binding instead of a boundary

you have to find that rare someone for whom you're not putting on a show. Someone who shines a spotlight in your direction--not because you're who they need you to be, or who they want you to be...just because you're you.

Can you fall for someone because you're lazy?

I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or hte head or even the soul, but in the spaces between any given two people.

Just because I get close to something that makes a lot of people uncomfortable doesn't mean I'm special. It just means I am willing to get close to the things that make people uncomfortable.