Quotes About Intimacy

Yet i say to you, do not rush to marriage for it is a deep and perfect thing. Test first, that you may be certain you are called to it by love, and not simply by pleasures of the flesh which will consume themselves and leave only ashes and misery

Work among all its abstracts, is actually intimacy, the place where the self meets the world.

To go beyond our normal identities and become closer than close is to lose our sense of self in temporary joy: a form of arrival that only opens us to deeper forms of intimacy that blur our fixed, controlling, surface identity.

We have the same strange idea in work as we do in love: that we will engender love, loyalty, and admiration in others by exhibiting a great sense of power and competency. We are surprised to find that we garner fear and respect but forgo the other, more intimate magic. Real, undying loyalty in work can never be legislated or coerced; it is based on a courageous vulnerability that invites others by our example to a frontier conversation whose outcome is yet in doubt.

To consciously become close is a courageous form of unilateral disarmament, a chancing of our arm and our love, a willingness to hazard our affections and an unconscious declaration that we might be equal to the inevitable loss that the vulnerability of being close will bring.

Falling in love with a house or a car or a pair of shoes, it was a dead end. You save your love for the things that can love you back.

Cops do this every day, rifling closets and digging through your dildo drawer.

save your love for the things that can love you back.

You're the kind of man a man wants when a man wants a man.

Yep. Thanks for calling us, Drake. You're the kind of man a man wants when a man wants a man.

Amy put her hand on mine, her other hand balled up in a fist on the table.

was desperate to see what would show up but this was her bedroom and I suppose she had a reasonable fear of two creepy males clicking through shots of her dressing and doing the things girls do alone in their bedrooms. Lighting farts or whatever.

What followed had been … frantic. The underwear actually wound up with a little rip in them. She had found one of his animal buttons.

I'm a married man. If I want sex at this particular point in my life, I go home for it.

I scooted around the house and looked in the window and was able to really see my family in a way that was, I guess, a lot clearer, because I had a lot less sensory input. I could look in through the window and see my family and feel closer to them than if I had been in the same room.

In one instance a woman was lying in my arms after hours of sex, and we were watching the sun come up, and I said, "Do you know what Plato says about forms?" She answered, "No. But I know what to say about your form." Pushing her away to block a kiss, I said, "No, really. What do you think about the idea that there are timeless blueprints for things?" She twisted her mouth in disgust. "You're weird," she said.

In short, anything that promotes a sense of isolation leads to chronic stress and, often, to illnesses like heart disease. Conversely, anything that leads to real intimacy and feelings of connection can be healing in the real sense of the word: to bring together, to make whole.

Love, social support, and intimacy. People who feel lonely, depressed, and isolated are three to ten times more likely to get sick and die prematurely from virtually all causes when compared to those who have strong feelings of love, connection and community. Chapter 7 describes how we can transform isolation into healing.

I am sorry " I murmured. "I know. I ought not to have threatened to beat you " he returned. He pressed a kiss to my hair. "I just cannot bear to be kept out of your life " I said into the dark. He gave a sigh. "Julia you daft woman. When you will you understand You are my life.

You have to love someone completely to be willing to destroy them.

His lips twisted. 'Met. So tame a word for it. It was not a meeting, Veronica. I was introduced to her and it was like finding a part of myself that had been somehow walking the earth without me. She was my other half when I had not realized I was incomplete.

Veronica to Stoker: "Does this mean you will stop torturing me by displaying yourself in various states of undress?

religion was as intimate as lovemaking and ought to be as private.

What, I began to wonder, was the point of allowing a gentleman access to one's bed and heart if he could not interpret a lady's most irrational moods?