Quotes About Intimacy

how can you say I love you to someone you love?

I observed that the hero had small rivers descending his face, and I wanted to put my hand on his face, to be architecture for him

Every morning, she'd clean me of my excrement, bathe me, dress me, and see that my hair was combed like a sane man's, even when it meant an elbow to the nose or a broken rib. She polished the blade. She wore my teeth marks on her body like other wives might wear jewelry. The hole didn't' matter. We paid it no attention. We shared a room. She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

she wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there

Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is.

Esti ridicola. Nu fac decat sa dorm in alta camera. - Dar iubirea inseamna o camera. Asta-i tot ce inseamna.

Did she feel pity for me, did she want me to suffer? The next morning she led me to the coat closet, which faces the living room, she went in with me, we were in there all day, although she knew he wouldn't come until the afternoon, it was too small, we needed more space between us, we needed Nothing Places, she said "This is what it's felt like, except you weren't here." We looked at each other in silence for hours.

I pulled the book from him.     It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying.     He hid his face in his hands.     Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to hurt you, he said by shaking his head left to right. It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me, I told him.     Let me see you cry.

The longer your mother and I lived together, the more we took each other's assumptions for granted, the less was said, the more misunderstood.

He knew that I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.

Ze wil weten of ik van haar hou, dat is eigenlijk het enige wat de ene mens van de ander wil, het gaat niet om de liefde op zich, maar om het idee dat de liefde er is, zoiets als nieuwe batterijen in een zaklantaarn in de noodkist in de gangkast

Entre dos seres existe siempre una distancia singular, infranqueable, un santuario impenetrable. Unas veces adquiere forma de soledad. Otras, de amor

Cat lovers display an intensity lacking — thank goodness — in most human relationships.

I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything?

But he didn't say anything, and neither did she. Not because the words were deliberately withheld, but because the pipeline between them was too occluded for such bravery.

The author of these Travels, Mr. Lemuel Gulliver, is my ancient and intimate friend; there is likewise some relation between us on the mother's side. About three years ago, Mr. Gulliver growing weary of the concourse of curious people coming to him at his house in Redriff, made a small purchase of land, with a convenient house, near Newark, in Nottinghamshire, his native country; where he now lives retired, yet in good esteem among his neighbours.

To know your organism, you must eat it.' Not just the flies: the pupae. And not just to horrify people, but to know.

Nothing except love itself touches us so intimately and forcibly as a good story told exactly right.

Love is touching souls.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet...

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet

Éramos como dos personas guiadas por un mismo deseo, como dos individuos con un único intelecto, como dos seres habitando en un solo cuerpo.

Por eso a veces es tan difícil estar con otro. Porque cuando estoy sola puedo imaginarme que soy de lo mejor; pero en el contacto íntimo sale lo mejor y también lo peor de mí: mi competencia, mis celos, mi lucha por el poder, mis ganas de controlarte, de manipularte, mi falta de generosidad, etcétera, etcétera, etcétera.

Los dolores que no pudimos expresar en nuestra infancia los cargamos como una mochila, y se expresan con nuestras reacciones antes de que nos demos cuenta, de modo que nos encontramos instalados allí antes de poder pensar. Estas reacciones son las que nos causan más problemas en las relaciones íntimas.