Quotes About Intimacy

Whatever the hell our souls are made out, hers and mine are the same.

Neli, yo soy Heathcliff, él está siempre, siempre en mi mente; no como un placer, como yo no soy un placer para mí misma, sino como mi propio ser".

J'ai rêvé que je dormais de mon dernier sommeil à côté d'elle, mon cÅ"ur immobile contre le sien, ma joue glacée contre la sienne

He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. 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.

I said his heaven would only be 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.

Non saprà mai quanto io lo ami: e questo non perché è bello Nelly, ma perché lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.

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

You're all of life to me. Let me be a single breath of it for you. -Isabella to Heathcliff, "Wuthering Heights".

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

He's 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 he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

To see her is a picture— To hear her is a tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction— To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love

I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest.

A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another's eyes.

Oh the Earth was made for lovers

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

or maybe love is summed up in moments - that day in the park, the time you had chinese food by candlelight, when the boy you liked left a message, finally, on your machine. maybe the telling of those moments is even better than the moments themselves.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.