Quotes About Intimacy

I wonder if any of us ever really knows another person?" she replied, sounding wistful.

His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well.

Memories are't like words; they're soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes

sex wasn't just about two people getting naked and tangled up together. A lot of other things were involved, things that make you feel so good you forget who you are, and things that feel so creepy you literally get goose bumps, and things you hold so dear you're afraid to go to sleep, and things that make you so happy you want to bounce up and down—layer after layer of things like that, all mixed up into a sticky mess with the blood and sweat and love juice.

I was worried that at this rate our mutual affection might begin to cool, that the special feelings we had for each other would end up as nothing more than close friendship. Male–female relationships are always in transition. If there's no forward progress, things tend to slip backwards.

I was glad I'd chosen this time of day to meet. Broad daylight doesn't lend itself to intimate personal confessions.

On the secretly blushing cheek is reflected the glow of the heart

Besides my other numerous circle of acquaintances I have one more intimate confidant – my melancholy. In the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, he waves to me, calls me to one side, even though physically I stay put. My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return. […]

Hablando en términos humanos, amar es seguir la representación que el amado se haya formado acerca de lo que es el amor, y haciéndolo uno será amado.

She awakens first at the touch of love; before that time she is a dream, yet in her dream life we can distinguish two stages: in the first, love dreams about her; in the second, she dreams about love.

At digte sig ind i en pige er en kunst, at digte sig ud af hende er et mesterstykke.

Intohimo ei merkitse sanoja.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring

Sometimes the way to a man's heart is through his talleywacker.

That boy held my heart in a way that felt molecular.

Age and disease and death may destroy our physical being but it is other people who get inside us and damage our hearts and minds. The Other Side of You

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens towards permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

They were deeply in love, which beats earplugs.

We fell into the love that had been lying beneath our love like water below ice, and understood that while we had been having a lot of fun together we had only been skating on the surface, and now we were in as deep as we could go.

In my stolen photographs -- for the photographer must be a thief, he must steal instants of other people's time to make his own tiny eternities -- it was this intimacy I sought, hte closeness of the living and the dead.

Mishal, I'm forty years old and as contented as a forty-day babe. I see now that I've been falling deeper and deeper into our love over the years, and now I swim, like some fish, in that warm sea.' How much she gave him, he marvelled; how much he needed her!

habit of calling each other 'Jim'. No darlings or honeys or babes for them. In his low American drawl and her bright English chirp they Jimmed the Old Year out. 'Hey, Jim?' 'Yes, Jim?' 'Happy New Year, Jim.' 'Happy New Year to you too, Jim.' 'I love you, Jim.' 'I love you too, Jim.' 1990 arrived with a smile in the company of Jim and Jim.

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens toward permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

You're so sexy, René. I'm serious. You're a sexpot." Maybe weddings bring out the romance in us all.