Quotes About Intimacy

Unknowing, let us sleep. Chest against chest, Our breathing mingled, hand in hand without dreams.

I sense you in the secret of all the paintings I love. I hear you stumbling at the stony core of the only books I read, the few I know how to read.

Le plus beau vêtement qui puisse habiller une femme, ce sont les bras de l'homme qu'elle aime.

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves. But for those who haven't had the fortune of finding this happiness, I am there.

The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves.

And when I found your flesh did not resist, It was the living spirit that I kissed.

With women the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman the first time. A button at a time, like peeling a hot sweet potato on a winter's night.

I don't believe in casual sex, because meaningless sex is mad boring and frankly, in this day and age, not worth the risk.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

Maybe I'm getting tired – I can't think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the hearth can hold.

Kiss me, lover. One darling kiss.

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.

Being close to him with her face in the space between his ear and his stiff army collar was like being initiated into the subterranean reserves of a fine fabric store exuding the delicacy of cambrics and linen and luxury bound in bales.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

I don't suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.

All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world - darling arms that I love to feel around me - How much longer - before they'll be there to stay? When I do get home again, you'll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you.

Men are different. When they are in love they may also have other girlfriends.

When two people first meet, they can only have a very ordinary kind of friendship. But when you begin to understand each other, when you get close to them, you discover that you're suddenly eager to know him or her even better.

Words could never express the infinite sadness of a used condom, removed from your already half-limp dick by an expert hand, which then strangles it with a precise, automatic gesture.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."—G. K. CHESTERTON

Like sterling silver, love will tarnish unless it is polished with daily applications of interest, involvement, and expressions of love.

There is a physical relationship with a woman that you don't have with anybody else, but that's not about love. Love is a spiritual thing.