Quotes About Intimacy

They did feel it, yet neither spoke of it; for often between ourselves and those nearest and dearest to us there exists a reserve which it is very hard to overcome.

Verdad que estamos bien? ¡Fuera, mamarracho! ¡Cállese usted la boca! ¡Dame un beso, rica! ¡Ah, ah!

Remamos muy bien los dos, ¿verdad? -Dijo ella para interrumpir el silencio -Tanto que, por mi gusto, remaría contigo en la misma barca durante toda la vida. ¿Quieres, Amy? -le pregunto tiernamente. -Si, Laurie -contestó ella en voz muy baja.

The more you love and trust him, the nearer you will feel to him, and the less you will depend on human power and wisdom.

I don't want a fashionable wedding, but only those about me whom I love, and to them I wish to look and be my familiar self.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.

I hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.

And Patrice thought another thing her mother said was definitely true—you never really knew a man until you told him you didn't love him. That's when his true ugliness, submerged to charm you, might surface.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs, and as always on a weekend afternoon we were waiting for my mother to start us ticking away on the evening.

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

She slowed to pick her way through places where water was seeping up through the mats of dying grass. Rain tapping through the brilliant leaves the only sound. She stopped. The sense of something there, with her, all around her, swirling and seething with energy. How intimately the trees seized the earth. How exquisitely she was included. Patrice closed her eyes and felt a tug. Her spirit poured into the air like song.

had a wide business acquaintance, but few associates knew him well.

I remember how fascinated I was with his letters

Pemberton felt again what he'd never known with another woman— a sense of being unshackled into some limitless possibility, limitless though at the same time somehow contained within the two of them.

No hay nada ridículo en la #Intimidad, no hay nada escatológico ni repudiable en ese lento fuego doméstico de sudor y de fiebre, de mocos y estornudos, de pedos y ronquidos.

Lo que públicamente se entiende por normal no es lo más habitual, sino lo normativo, lo convencionalmente obligatorio. Pero dentro del secreto de nuestra intimidad, todos nos desviamos de la regla, todos somos de algún modo heterodoxos.

La cotidianeidad tiene estos lazos, el entrañamiento del aire que se respira a dos, del sudor que se mezcla, la ternura animal de lo irremediable.

no hay nada que avive tanto la pasión como la sensación de que el amado se nos escapa.

Sólo la carne les daba un respiro. Piel contra piel, se amaban. También de vacaciones: cuando se iban solos, cuando se dedicaban a subir montañas, cuando no había nadie ante quien pelearse. Ningún juez y ningún testigo. A Pablo le amarga, le obsesiona, no haber sido capaz de quererla mejor. Quererla a la altura de lo que de verdad la quería.

Un mundo íntimo recargado y secreto en el que coincidían. Eso era el amor, en realidad: tener a alguien con quien poder compartir tus rarezas ~ , Lágrimas en la lluvia.

En alguna novela he escrito que el amor consiste en encontrar a alguien con quien compartir tus rarezas.

Ah, cuánta, cuantísima #Intimidad hay en estas líneas! La vida real, la más verdadera y más profunda, está hecha de estas pequeñas banalidades.

Abrazarme a su espalda por la noche y saber que no estaré sola nunca más. Querer y que te quieran, esa cosa tan bonita y tan sencilla que otras personas consiguen, pero yo