Quotes About Intimacy

I want a man that when I come running up to him with tears running down my face, the first thing he says is baby whose a.. do I have to kick!!

I'm ready for a somebody. I'm tired of being alone, and second.

Real connections are hard to find, partly because it is hard to open up and show people who really are, and how perfect that we really aren't.

Revealing the truth about yourself may cause you to lose the person you want, but if you want him to love you, you surely want him to love the real you, not someone you're pretending to be.

You cannot love someone completely unless you trust them completely. Act as if your relationship with the person you love will never end. Trust is essential in all loving relationships. Trust yourself, trust others and trust the world. It is the foundation for LOVE.

That moment when someone trusts you with their secret...and you just feel like such an awesome friend.

I hate when someone I'm close with hides something from me. It feels like I can't be trusted.

It's so simple and complicated: the way you can crush me.

If your best attribute is being a great lover in the bedroom then You can't get upset when nobody wants to take it past that level with you.

I gazed at Albertine's cheeks as she spoke, and wondered what might be the perfume, the taste of them: that day they were not cool but glowed with a uniform pink, violet-tinted, creamy, like certain roses that have a waxy gloss. I felt a passionate longing for them such as one feels sometimes for a particular flower.

We lie all our life long, especially indeed, perhaps only, to those people who love us.

Love?" she had once replied to a pretentious lady who had asked for her views on love, "I make it often but I never talk about it." When

De liefde? Die bedrijf ik vaak maar ik spreek er nooit over. (Mme de Villeparisis in 'De kant van Guermantes'.

Je pouvais bien prendre Albertine sur mes genoux, tenir sa tête dans mes mains, je pouvais la caresser, passer longuement mes mains sur elle, mais, comme si j'eusse manié une pierre qui enferme la salure des océans immémoriaux ou le rayon d'une étoile, je sentais que je touchais seulement l'enveloppe close d'un être qui par l'intérieur accédait à l'infini.

It was now so much a part of him, that it could not have been torn from him without destroying him almost entirely: as they say in surgery, his love was no longer operable.

Physical love, so unfairly disparaged, compels people to manifest the very smallest particles they possess of goodness, of self-abnegation, so much so that these particles glow even in the eyes of those immediately surrounding them.

No doubt my love for Albertine was not the most impoverished of those to which the want of will-power can reduce us, since it was not entirely platonic; she did give me physical pleasures, and she was also intelligent. But all that was secondary. What stayed in my mind was not something intelligent she might have said, but some remark that aroused my suspicion about her actions.

To be with the people one loves, to speak to them, not to speak to them, it is all the same.

Quand on aime, l'amour est trop grand pour pouvoir être contenu tout entier en nous; il irradie vers la personne aimée, rencontre en elle une surface qui l'arrête, le force à revenir vers son point de départ et c'est ce choc en retour de notre propre tendresse que nous appelons les sentiments de l'autre et qui nous charme plus qu'à l'aller, parce que nous ne reconnaissons pas qu'elle vient de nous.

do you think it possible for a woman really to be touched by a man's being in love with her, and never to be unfaithful to him?

But normally, when Albertine was sleeping, she seemed to have recovered her innocence. In the position where I had placed her, but which in sleep she quickly made her own, she seemed to be trusting herself to me. Her face had lost any expression of deviousness or vulgarity, and when she raised her arm toward me or laid her hand upon me, each of us seemed entirely given up to the other, indissolubly joined.

Pois desde que se está enamorado, todos os pequenos privilégios desconhecidos que a gente possui, desejaria poder divulgá-los à mulher a quem ama, como fazem na vida os deserdados e os importunos. Sentimos que ela os ignore, procuramos consolar-nos dizendo conosco mesmos que, justamente porque não são jamais visíveis, talvez ela acrescente à ideia que tem de nós essa possibilidade de vantagens desconhecidas.

as of discussing the nature of love with her novelists and philosophers. "Love?" she had once replied to a pushing lady who had asked her: "What are your views on love?"—"Love? I make it, constantly, but I never talk about it.

I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it;