Quotes About Intimacy

Hay solo dos cosas con las que uno se puede acostar: Una persona y un libro

Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.

Quietly she wished he might one day again spend as much time holding and touching her like a little harp as he did his incredible books.

And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all. He was in someone else's house, like those other jokes people told of the gentleman, drunk, coming home late late at night, unlocking the wrong door, entering a wrong room, and bedding with a stranger and getting up early and going to work and neither of them the wiser.

It shows too much. Women are meant to be inhaled, not impaled.

When you strip all the clothes away and the doodads, you have two human beings who were either happy or unhappy together, and we have no complaints.

No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk.

Love will fly if held too lightly, love will die if held too tightly.' I just want her to relax her grip a little bit.

Una vez, cuando él era niño, durante un corte de suministro eléctrico, su madre había encontrado y encendido la última vela que tenían; entonces se habían sentido muy próximos el uno del otro. Esa tenue iluminación había hecho que el espacio perdiese sus vastas dimensiones y se cerrase, envolvente, a su alrededor, madre e hijo, solo ellos, transformados, esperando que la electricidad no volviese quizá demasiado pronto.

The two women passed like needles, sewing one tree to the next with their perfume.

He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.

Siamo in troppi pensava intanto. Siamo in miliardi di esseri su questa terra e miliardi e miliardi sono troppi. Non ci conosciamo tra noi. Nessuno conosce qualcuno degli altri. Sconosciuti vengono a violare la tua intimità. Sconosciuti ti entrano in casa e ti strappano il cuore dal petto. Ti succhiano via tutto il sangue.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

La gente era como las antorchas, que ardían hasta consumirse. ¿Acaso había muchas personas cuyos rostros captaban algo tuyo y te devolvían tu propia expresión, tus pensamientos más íntimos?

If it rubs off, it means I'm in love.

Everything, thought Lavinia, is boxed and locked and wrapped and shaded. She imagined the people in their moonlit beds. And their breathing in the summer-night rooms, safe and together.

with him holding her she felt so beautiful she knew their marriage had slipped her from her ugliness, like a bright sword from its case.

They both stopped to enjoy the swift pound of each other's heart.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun. It is as if loneliness were a hard and absolute condition of existence; the envelope of flesh and blood on which our eyes are fixed melts before the outstretched hand, and there remains only the capricious, unconsolable and elusive spirit that no eye can follow, no hand can grasp.

And the intimate profundity of that look he gave me when he received his hurt remains to this day in my memory-like a claim of distant kinship affirmed in a supreme moment.

The girl he had come across, of whom he had possessed himself, to whose presence he was not yet accustomed, with whom he did not yet know how to live; that human being so near and still so strange, gave him a greater sense of his own reality than he had ever known in all his life.

doomed to be the recipient of confidences...

One gets sometimes such a flash of inspiration, you know. I did say the right thing, though indeed he could not have been more irretrievably lost than he was at this very moment, when the foundations of our intimacy were being laid—to endure—to endure—even to the end—even beyond.

The only secret of her life was her abject terror of the time when her husband would come home to stay for good.