Quotes About Intimacy

I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.

love, I've come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.

They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.

There is no good word for stomach ; just as there is no good word for girlfriend . Stomach is to girlfriend as belly is to lover , and as abdomen is to consort , and as middle is to petite amie .

Air travel is such a strange experience. It´s such an intimate thing, to travel alongside a stranger for so many hours, to eat together, take in a film, snooze side by side. In economy I think that it´s so intimate, that like neighbours on the same landing, most of us consider that it´s better not to take the risk of ever getting to know them. In business class, there´s just enough room - as elbows don´t actually touch - to take that chance.

No one really knows anyone. That's amazing, isn't it? We share everything, but we all have our secret gardens, too. We all have fantasies and fears and fetishes. We all have secrets about ourselves we don't want to share.

But do I really want my vagina to heal over through lack of use either?

fetishes. We all have secrets about ourselves we don't want to share.

Much of the time, things had been neutral-- they had behaved like a well oiled machine, like a couple of partners running the business that was their marriage. And aren't most marriages like that most of the time? The good ones, at any rate.

It has often struck me as peculiar that there are so few words for love. the term is forced to span such a large area of emotion

She who licks her lips knows the taste of her lover's desires

I don't think I am scared of intimacy, but I am frightened of making a mistake. offering more than I have, or expecting more than you can give. - Matt Sedon

I never loved anyone else and never desired to. She was my companion, my lover, and my teacher.

From our few days together, I have only one regret. Why did I not love you harder, stronger? If I could have you Love, now, I'd hold you so closely that our particles would absorb into one another. - Isabella de Reims

I used to try to draw my girlfriends. I think one of the most romantic things that anybody can do is draw a portrait of the person you love.

I was able to construct a world view based on intimacy, vulnerability, uncertainty and commonality.

It's your crap that's endearing. It's the basis of any relationship, way beyond even the choice of who wins on to whom. It's crap that sustains things. The mutual vulnerability that comes from knowing each other's crap. How shallow would we be if you only felt things for people on account of their successes? How likely would that be to survive?

I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her reflection in a cruelly lit dorm bathroom, asking if she'll ever be the same. I kiss her then for the first time and whisper, No.

We never spoke of it but we knew that to come within the orbit of each other's skin-scent and cellular hum could end only one way: falling helplessly, spectacularly into the other's gravity well, momentarily brilliant like all falling stars, but doomed, because I loved Rose. And this friendship was too precious to burn.

More than once, they wrapped in furs and cloaks and walked through the garden in the moonlight, still talking. Sometimes they just walked in silence, and Marghe thought she could hear Thenike's heart.

I had needed the animal warmth of the sex, had welcomed the familiar building heat of skin on skin, the harsh breath, the shudder that starts in your bones. The terrible urge afterwards to weep until I howled had been new.