Quotes About Intimacy

And so it is with things that we shall later love the most. We meet them first as strangers who give us only a feeling of surprise.

When you come to live with a woman, you will soon cease to see anything of what made you love her; though it is true that the two sundered elements can be reunited by jealousy.

Live with a woman altogether and you will soon cease to see any of the things that made you love her; though I must add that these two sundered elements can be reunited by jealousy

When one is in love one has no love left for anyone.

never cease to kiss him. Every kiss provokes another. Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life. How closely, in their abundance, are they pressed one against another; until lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour, as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

It has been said that silence is a force; in another and widely different sense it is a tremendous force in the hands of those who are loved.

Every being we love, up to a point every being, is a Janus, showing us its pleasant face as it moves away from us, and its gloomy face if we know it is permanently available to us.

Nothing so tempts us to approach another person as what is keeping us apart; and what barrier is so insurmountable as silence? It has been said also that silence is torture, capable of goading to madness the man who is condemned to it in a prison cell. But what an even greater torture than that of having to keep silence it is to have to endure the silence of the person one loves!

Other people as a rule mean so little to us that, when we have invested one of them with the power to cause us so much suffering or happiness, that person seems at once to belong to a different universe, is surrounded with poetry, makes of one's life a sort of stirring arena in which he or she will be more or less close to one.

Love? I make it often, but I never talk about it.

Lo primero y lo más íntimo que yo sentía,..., que gobernaba todo lo demás, era mi creencia en la riqueza filosófica y la belleza del libro que estaba leyendo y mi deseo de apropiármelas, de cualquier libro que se tratara

If the conversations of two people bound by a tie of intimacy are full of lies, these crop up no less spontaneously in the conversations that a third person holds with a lover about the person with whom the latter is in love, whatever the sex of that person.

it was one of those visitors who do not approach us till all the others have gone and we can be alone together; that is when we notice them, when we can say, "I'm all yours," and give them our full attention.

Mas, ai! — pois, para o beijo, tão mal colocados estão as nossas narinas e os nossos olhos como malfeitos os lábios —, eis que de súbito os meus olhos cessaram de ver, e o meu nariz, por sua vez , esmagando-se, não sentiu mais nenhum odor, e, sem conhecer mais , por isso, o gosto do rosa desejado, eu soube, por esses detestáveis sinais, que estava enfim beijando as faces de Albertine.

My ——" or "My dearest ——" followed by my Christian name, which, if we give the narrator the same name as the author of this book, would be 'My Marcel,' or 'My dearest Marcel.' After this I would never allow my relatives, by calling me 'dearest,' to rob of their priceless uniqueness the delicious words that Albertine uttered to me

Il étreignait ses seins métalliques et attachait sa bouche sur ses lèvres d'un violet sombre.

Y las dos sombras blancas se turbaron, sin atreverse a decir nada. Porque su beso no tenía ya aguijón, ni olor salvaje, y como el deseo de las ovejas, de las cabras, de los pájaros y de las cigarras disminuía en su corazón, el placer de tocar sus cuerpos no los agitó ya con su estremecimiento.

Por que sera que las palabras son para los amantes y los silencios para los esposos?

Porque has de saber, Ana, que la intimidad para los hombres es la cama misma, no como para nosotras que es después de la cama, por lo tanto, mucho más larga

Más que besarla, más que acostarnos juntos, más que ninguna otra cosa, ella me daba la mano, y eso era amor.

Sucede que a veces en el matrimonio las palabras se gastan, que a fuerza de repetirlas van vaciándose lentamente, perdiendo su sentido. No hay caso en volver a emplearlas, el significado de ellas ya no dice lo que semánticamente debiera decir. La pareja puede ser una instancia involuntaria de pérdida de lenguaje.

Never again will I be a receptacle for my husband's trash. Another human being, because he lives with you, because he entered a certain alliance called marriage, believes he can use you as a place to put his scraps, be they his rages, his failures, his frustrations, his fears, his insecurities.

For some reason I want to keep a secret. I want to cup it in my hands and keep it safe like an egg. I want to old it in the corner of my cheek where it is safe and dark.