Quotes About Intimacy

Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.

I was like 'Okay, sure, fine, whatever swings your string,' and she was all 'Babycakes you swing my string,' which is a really nice thing for someone to say to you, especially before you use mouthwash

Reese held Allacazam out to him, wondering if Hirianthial would take him directly from her hands and risk touching her, or if she'd have to set the Flitzbe on the floor and let him roll to the man's boots.

She said she was breaking up with me because I didn't know how to express my emotions. The thing is, I didn't have that many. As far as I was concerned, it was pretty simple. I was in love with her and I liked our life and we laughed a lot and it felt so good to be in bed with her and have her touching me. I liked what we had.

I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.

We watched each other's eyes. We were as strangers, in that moment — as intimate as strangers — for strangers know more of us, and can judge of us more without reproach than ever those we love.

We live by devouring those we love. How can we help it? They're the ones within closest reach.

It was a strange moment, like when you get sad after sex, and it feels like it's too late in the afternoon, even if it's morning, or night, and you turn away from the other person, and they turn away from you, and you lie there, and when you turn back towards them you can both see each other's moles. Usually there seem to shadows from Venetian blinds all across your legs.

We were as strangers, in the moment-as intimate as strangers-for strangers know more of us, and can judge of us more without reproach than ever those we love.

I am not sure what it is that finally allows people to just turn to each other and touch. There is some hidden trigger. There is a secret language people learn, so they can signal to stop talking and just move. I don't know it.

Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.

The kiss intimately relates to the most primitive kind of human contact, which can satisfy all of our needs, like: feeding, enjoying pleasure, tasting, wanting, rejecting, everything we associate with love.

If we commit ourselves to one person for life, this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather, it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession but participation.

I felt she saw into me, past every facade and flourish, and that the more she knew me, the more she loved me. I was too young, then, to know how lasting this kind of love is, how rarely it comes in one's life, how difficult it is to accept oneself, let alone another.

He kisses her, and she knows, somehow, that he is asking for help, for an end to the sadness they are causing one another. Asking because, after all these years together, it is the only thing that might save them.

one of the joys of marriage is that one can be bad again.

So, I am Mr. Hampton again. It seems that I am only Julian when you forget yourself." "I...that is..." "We have known each other more than half our lives, Pen." She had not even noticed what she called him. "I do not want you to call me Mr. Hampton in private conversation ever again.

there is an inverse relationship between income and closeness to parents.

Rebecca is asserting her independence. Her thinking is simple and egocentric: "I can" or "I can't"; "I will" or "I won't." Independence is about managing one's self. Autonomy is a much broader, tougher, and more complex task than independence. It weaves together advanced thinking, self-reliance, self-regulation, intimacy, and connection. Autonomy is the capacity to be both independent and connected to others.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. "Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.

Patroclus,'' Achilles tilted his face up with a gentle finger under his chin. ''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion''.