Quotes About Intimacy

Por un momento el último rayo de sol cayó con una afectación romántica sobre su cara radiante; su voz me llevaba dejándome sin aliento conforme yo escuchaba...

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress. As

He felt persistently that the girl was beautiful – then of a sudden he understood: it was her distance, not a rare and precious distance of soul but still distance, if only in terrestrial yards. The autumn air was between them, and the roofs and the blurred voices. Yet for a not altogether explained second, posing perversely in time, his emotion had been nearer to adoration than in the deepest kiss he had ever known.

She looked up at him as he took a step toward the door; she looked at him without the slightest idea as to what was in his head, she saw him take another step in slow motion, turn and look at her again, and she wanted for a moment to hold him and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.

He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often 'husbands' and I must marry a lover.

Apoi o saruta.La atingerea buzelor lui,Daisy se deschise ca o floare,iar intruchiparea se desavarsi.

She yawned gracefully in my face.

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often 'husbands' and I must marry a lover.

A chi poteva interessare, in quella calura, di chi fossero le labbra ardenti che aveva baciato, quale tersa avesse inumidito la tasca del pigiama sul suo cuore!

The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third--before long the best lines cancel out--and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture.

When a girl tells the man she likes second best about the other one, then she's in love. --Cecelia Brady

He saw Nicole in the garden. Presently he must encounter her and the prospect gave him a leaden feeling. Before her he must keep up a perfect front, now and tomorrow, next week and next year. All night in Paris he had held her in his arms while she slept light under the luminal; in the early morning he broke in upon her confusion before it could form, with words of tenderness and protection, and she slept again with his face against the warm scent of her hair.

Sometimes, when he was particularly loquacious, she went to sleep in his arms, but he loved that Rosalind—all Rosalinds—as he had never in the world loved any one else. Intangibly fleeting, unrememberable hours.

Dick's discovery that he was not in love with her, nor she with him, had added to rather than diminished his passion for her. Now that he knew he would not enter further into her life, she became the strange woman for him. He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love - not a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicole had been.

He was conscious of the print of her wet foot on a rug through the bathroom door.

I'm always afraid of a girl—until I've kissed her. SHE:

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. Through

Je préfère ces soirées-là. Elles sont plus intimes. Quand vous n'êtes qu'une poignée d'invités, l'intimité est impossible.

I wish I'd done everything on earth with you.

Kiss me a paragraph and I'll reply with a novel

She did not want him to be like other men, yet here were the same exigent demands, as if he wanted to take some of herself away carry it off in his pocket.

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 finger, gently, as though she were asleep.