Quotes About Intimacy

People should fall in love with their eyes closed.

Sexuality is a big issue, but there are others - how much you commit to a relationship, to social obligation, to honesty and being honest with yourself.

Quizá eso que silencio sólo puedas decírmelo tú. Y noto que, a tu modo, me lo dices.

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?

The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.

I shall take two huge handfuls of his rustling hair as he lies half dreaming, half waking, and wind them into ropes, very softly, so he will not wake up, and, softly, with hands as gentle as rain, I shall strangle him with them.

I speak as if he had no secrets from me. Well, then, you must know I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself.

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales who conceive when they swallow a grain of corn or a sesame seed. Then I could lodge inside your body and you would bear me.

The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.

Sometimes he lays his head on my lap and lets me comb his lovely hair for him; his combings are leaves of every tree in the wood and dryly susurrate around my feet.

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

I was so unaccustomed to nakedness. I was so unused to my own skin that to take off all my clothes involved a kind of flaying.

He strips me of my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized satin, like a skinned rabbit; then dresses me again in an embrace so lucid and encompassing it might be made of water. And shakes over me dead leaves as if into the stream I have become.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

Also he liked his mother very much, and sometimes hugged her to strangulation point, till she had to beg for mercy.

Put his stamp on me?"  Dee frowned.  "It was a kiss, not a stamp.  Jesus, do I have 'Ryder's Property' stamped on my forehead?" "Check your throat.  Apparently he had his tongue down it, so it's probably there.

Pero no sé si le quiero. Nunca he sentido ante él aquel temblor que me agitaba cuando Ricardo se acercaba a mí, el deseo de besar mi almohada soñando que le besaba a él, el espantoso vacío de su ausencia…

His voice thick with lust, he said, "I want to drink from your white fountains, Samantha, and I will, whatever you do...

Qué queda de la vida si ya no dejamos que las cosas nos lleguen de cerca?

To be intimate with a married man, when my own father cheated on my mother, is not something I could forgive. I could not look at myself in the morning if I did that. I wouldn't be attracted to a man who would cheat on his wife.