Quotes About Intimacy

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

I wish I had done everything on earth with you

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds' wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Kiss me now, love me now.

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.

Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… .

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.