Quotes About Intimacy

The young household lived liked birds in a warm, secluded nest of moss.

Quand les amoureux s'embrassent sur les joues, c'est qu'ils tâtonnent et cherchent les lèvres.

Y a sabe que soy todo suyo - susurró, a modo de conclusión-. Haga conmigo lo que quiera.

Quand Hélène revint […] elle pensait que jamais ils ne s'étaient moins aimés que ce jour-là.

su cabecita maliciosa y le decía con sonrisa picaresca y confidencial: No me separo de ti. Vamos juntos.

Friendships-in-God are not found by seeking friendship, but by seeking God. Those who draw closer to God find such friendships simply burst upon them. These bombshells of intense affection explode without warning in our lives. But they are good surprises.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained, and we were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. He's always, always in my mind; not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

He's more myself than I am

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, he answered; and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

No sé de qué están hechas las almas, pero la mía y la suya son una sola.

Ele ama e odeia, sempre às escondidas, e considera uma espécie de impertinência ser amado ou odiado de volta.

pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers."  Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband's knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour—foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of.  We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed

él nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mí en él que en mí misma. No sé qué composición tendrán nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says.  I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether.  There now!

Él nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mí en él que en mí misma.

I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

He did not raise his to her, often; a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.

No sé de qué están hechas las almas, pero la mía y la suya son una sola

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether

He is more myself than I am.

Aussi ne saura-t-il jamais comme je l'aime; et cela, non parce qu'il est beau, (…), mais parce qu'il est plus moi-même que je ne le suis

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks.

He's more myself than I am.