Quotes About Intimacy

Love kisses were the best kind. There was no denying that a kiss from someone you loved was different from any other kind of kiss and should be studied up on and looked at carefully, so you could recognize it when love came down on you. That's what love did. It came down on you like rain or sunshine.

i survive on intimacy & tomorrow/

You can't fuck somebody into loving you.

though silence must add intensity to your intimate moments, it must also shrivel your soul to lie beside someone who doesn't talk to you.

time is the third party to every relationship.

When I stay with the couple who are my closest friends, I hear them laughing and talking in bed, and sometimes in the middle of the night one of them goes down and makes tea, and when the clock goes off in the morning, they start again, talking to each other.

There was nothing between the man and me - - nothing, not even liking. But because of the memory of some wholeness, or the hope of some regeneration, I would have dropped whatever I'd planned, just to go back to scratching around on his bed.

She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.

I should think it might be difficult to possess a wife whom almost every other man in town has known so intimately, but no doubt True Love Conquers All.

Olur ya, belki bir gün tam senin gibi hissederim, senin heyecanlar?n benim heyecanlar?m olur: o zaman seni bütünüyle ya?ar?m, kim bilir?

Ebedi a?k nedir? ?kimizin de 'yapacak hiçbir ?eyi olmamak'tan ba?ka ortak özelliklerimizin bulunmas? m?d?r?

peau nue contre la sienne, nue aussi, mais hélas ! nue comme sont nus les os.

N'aurions-nous pu nous aimer, aussi bien, elle chez elle, moi chez moi ; éviter les froissements possibles de cette situation qu'on appelle d'un mot ignoble : le collage ?…

There must be good marriages somewhere, but to me, marriage had the feel of people tolerating each other, enduring each other because they were afraid to be alone or because each was a habit that the other couldn't quite break.

Then show me what you are. Give me the trust you ask me to give you.

Akin rested his chin on Iriarte's shoulder and savored the strange pale scents—all pale now.

JOÃO CHOSE AAOR. HE accepted help from it and talked to it and caressed its small breasts once he realized that neither it nor anyone else minded this. The breasts did not represent true mammary glands. Aaor would probably lose them when it metamorphosed. Most constructs did, even when they became female. But João liked them. Aaor simply enjoyed the contact.

You're really going to let me go?" "Tomorrow." It was our twenty-fifth night together. He still pretended to ignore me during the day, but it had apparently become so much trouble for him to manufacture hatred against me at night. He accepted what I did for him and he did not insult me. He didn't insult anyone.

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

the world changes if two, dizzy and entwined, fall on the grass

Love is an attempt to penetrate another being, but it can only be realized if the surrender is mutual.

because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being...

My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.

Sometimes I get a bit scared—love generally is a scary thing, happy love no less than unhappy, only for some reason no one ever talks about that.