Quotes About Intimacy

Perry was leaning into my mother as he listened to what she said. They talked so close. He only leaned closer, his hands on the table, his leg touching hers. "It's so risky," my mother said. "Why are you doing this?" "Because I'm human being. Because we're all human beings." My mother closed her eyes and winced. Maybe her hearing aid was ringing and bothering her, but as I watched her turn down the volume, I wanted to tell her right then that she couldn't quiet all those outside voices forever.

I realized you know what? That is not how I wanna live my life; I don't want to be responsible for creating a safeness space for somebody else to open, I want them to meet me there

A mutual and satisfied sexual act is of great benefit to the average woman, the magnetism of it is health giving. When it is not desired on the part of the woman and she has no response, it should not take place. This is an act of prostitution and is degrading to the woman's finer sensibility, all the marriage certificates on earth to the contrary notwithstanding.

I can't get a relationship to last longer than it takes to make copies of their tapes.

He wanted to see this woman writhe in pleasure, wanted to be the only man to cause it. More than anything he wanted her to need him.

Sleeping with a woman is easy. Loving her is an entirely different thing.

marvelled that you could live with a man for years and bear his children, yet remain quite remote from him.

he whispers, his eyes going velvet.

Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.

Baby, tonight you're the reason I have lips.

So it goes when we need to couple. Sex makes idiots of us all. ~ From "Am I Pretty Enough

We spend more time doing dishes than we do making love, but which figures prominently in the story of our lives?

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

That mysterious play which extends from love of a body to a love of an entire person has seemed to me noble enough to consecrate to it one part of my life.

I will bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person and we will have us twice as much of love and everything.

Elle approchait et sa plume légère au chapeau d'ombre, se penchait sur moi m'effleurant la joue. (extrait de « La Dame au petit chien », p.161, revu par Alain Bosquet)

I frantically opened my address book and searched it for someone, anyone, who'd moved me, who'd been good in both bed and brain. No. A slew of the so-so.

instead of the smoldering, soul-baring, Abelard-to-Heloise-sans-castration solicitations you rightfully deserve, you're getting stupefying lines like: "I'm listening to NPR. Do you want to come over and make out?

Is this what love is? That you can see each other, even in the dark?

Vix gave her a look that said everything he'd ever loved about her, and she looked back at him, her eyes full.