Quotes About Intimacy

I want you so much I want to be you too.

We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.

Oh, darling," she said. "You will be good to me, won't you?" What the hell, I thought. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. She was crying. "You will, won't you?" She looked up at me. "Because we're going to have a strange life.

I learned one thing." "What?" "Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.

I loved to take her hair down and she sat on the bed and kept very still, except suddenly she would dip down to kiss me while I was doing it, and I would take out the pins and lay them on the sheet and it would be loose and I would watch her while she kept very still and then take out the last two pins and it would all come down and she would drop her head and we would both be inside of it, and it was the feeling of inside a tent or behind a falls.

How every one he had slept with had only made him miss her more

I put my arm around her and felt our hearts beating through our sweaters and I brought my right hand up and felt her neck smooth and the hair thick against it under my fingers that were shaking.

In the night he awoke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken away from him.

I could picture it. I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

I can't say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.

Please come to bed and let me see you and feel you.

Odgar loved her enough, God knows. It was liking, and liking the body, and introducing the body, and persuading, and taking chances, and never frightening, and assuming about the other person, and always taking never asking, and gentleness and liking, and making liking and happiness, and joking and making people not afraid. And making it all right afterwards. It wasn't loving. Loving was frightening.

I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed

Oh, darling," she said. "You will be good to me, won't you?" What the hell, I thought.

I learned one thing.' 'What?' 'Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.

He heard her coming up the stairs and noticed the difference in her tread when she was carrying two glasses and when she had walked down bare-handed. He heard the rain on the windowpane and he smelled the beech logs burning in the fireplace. As she came into the room he put his hand out for the drink and closed his hand on it and felt her touch the glass with her own.

You don't have to destroy me. Do you? I'm only a middle-aged woman who loves you and wants to do what you want to do. I've been destroyed two or three times already. You wouldn't want to destroy me again, would you?" "I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed," he said. "Yes. That's the good destruction. That's the way we're made to be destroyed.

I want us to be all mixed up. I don't want you to go away.

Books should be about the people you know, that you love and hate, not about the people you study up about.

I don't want any one else to touch you. I'm silly. I get furious if they touch you.

But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more.

Together they made the bed with me in it. That was new to me and an admirable proceeding.

Sonrió una vez más. Siempre sonreía como si las corridas de toros constituyeran un secreto especial entre nosotros, un secreto verdaderamente extraño, sorprendente y profundo que compartíamos nosotros dos. Sonreía siempre, como si aquel secreto nuestro tuviera algo de lascivo para los extraños, que nosotros entendíamos perfectamente, pero que no podía explicarse a los demás porque nadie lo entendería.

In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship.