Quotes About Intimacy

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other. 'I

Oh, I love you so. Please put your hand there again. It's not been away. I turned her so I could see her face when I kissed her and I saw that her eyes were shut. I kissed both her shut eyes. I thought she was probably a little crazy. It was all right if she was. I did not care what I was getting into.

I'm going back to Mike." I could feel her crying as I held her close. "He's so damned nice and he's so awful. He's my sort of thing.

I settled back. Brett moved close to me. We sat up close against each other. I put my arm around her and she rested against me comfortably. It was very hot and bright, and the houses looked sharply white. We turned out onto the Gran Via. Oh, Jake, Brett said, We could have have such a damned good time together. Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so.

Ci sono cose che lei ama molto.Quelle di cui parlate a mensa.Ma non è amore quello,solo sfrenatezza,lussuria.Quando si ama si vuol far qualcosa per il proprio amore,sacrificarsi per esso,servire.

We never talked for very long at a time. It was simply the pleasure of discovering what we each felt.

And it's a lot of fun, too, to be in love." "Do you think so?" her eyes looked flat again. "I don't mean fun that way. In a way it's an enjoyable feeling." "No," she said. "I think it's hell on earth." "It's good to see each other." "No. I don't think it is." "Don't you want to?" "I have to.

Og á eftir skulum við lesa og síðan fara í rúmið og vera saman. Og aldrei skulum við elska neinn nema hvort annað. Nei. Aldrei.

After supper we went up-stairs and smoked and read in bed to keep warm. Once in the night I woke and heard the wind blowing. It felt good to be warm and in bed.

Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship.

It was lovely in the nights and if we could only touch each other we were happy. Besides all the big times we had many small ways of making love and we tried putting thoughts in the other one's head while we were in different rooms. It seemed to work sometimes but that is probably because we were thinking the same thing anyway.

Liegen, bei dir ich liege bei dir deine arme halten mich. deine arme halten mehr als ich bin. deine arme halten, was ich bin wenn ich bei dir liege und deine arme halten mich.

Our lives will become our greatest works of art not only when our relationships are a beautiful expression of love, acceptance, and intimacy, but when we have a deep sense of purpose that produces accomplishments that express, for us, success and significance.

When it comes to love, it has to be face-to-face. There has to be contact. Love cannot exist where there is only distance. Love can survive distance, but only by the strength of what comes through intimacy.

Love is not about how many people we have used, but about how much we have cherished one person.

Domestic Eroticism is wrapped in a veil of appropriateness

In my work, I see couples who no longer wait for an invitation into their partner's interiority, but instead demand admittance, as if they are entitled to unrestricted access into the private thoughts of their loved ones

We don't like to be intimate alone. Some couples take this one step further, confusing intimacy with control. What passes for care is actually convert surveillance. .. When the impulse to share becomes obligatory, when personal boundaries are no longer respected, when only the shared space of togetherness is acknowledged and private space is denied, fusion replaces intimacy and possession co-opts love.

Where there is nothing left to hide, there is nothing left to seek.

The smaller we feel in the world, the more we need to shine in the eyes of our partner.

because the erotic frisson is such that the kiss that you only imagine giving,can be as powerful and as enchanting as hours of actual lovemaking. As Marcel Proust said, it's our imagination that is responsible for love, not the other person.

Today, our sexuality is an open-ended personal project; it is part of who we are, an identity, and no longer merely something we do.

I]nfidelity has a tenacity that marriage can only envy.

Love is an exercise in selective perception, even a delicious deception as well, though who cares about that in the beginning?