Quotes About Intimacy

When Juliet came flying down the hallway, Stella didn't recognize her friend. Juliet hadn't bothered with makeup; she was wearing a nightgown underneath her raincoat and had on plastic flip-flops. This was the way loved walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed.

You can only know a friend so well after all. When you come right down to it, even your best friend is a puzzle.

What did we know about those closest to us, really? No one ever dared to speak plainly about desire; no one said the word out loud.

It was a small ceremony at the town hall, and they didn't exchange wedding rings, but they kissed for so long at the counter in the hall of records that they were asked to leave.

They had likely been together twenty times, an entire world created in just days.

Lust was a story I knew. There were many women I took to bed for the night. I yearned for them in the moment, but in the morning, any lover I'd had was already claimed by the past, even if she was still calling my name.

She kissed him first, and all the rest followed.

Finding your soul mate is like coming home to a house where everything is familiar. You can walk in the dark and know where everything is.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

Will her husband love her?" "Would you want love you had to buy?" Isabelle asked.

Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading – in entirely separate worlds, to be sure, but joined somehow.

She feels her love inside her as if it were as tangible as blood and bones. They'll

What he was doing was actually a hundred times worse. He was telling her that he loved her, something he hadn't mentioned and may not have even known when they were married. She used to whisper it to him sometimes, while he was fucking her, and he had to turn off his mind every time she did that. For some reason that declaration had seemed like a curse to him back then; he couldn't even hear it spoken aloud

He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

Was it possible to know anyone, truly?

That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do as imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Is it the man you want, or the feeling inside you when someone cares?

He wished he could somehow let Claire know this was what love was. The ability to ask for something. The desire to give someone what they asked for.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?

When he took her home he ran the bath, which he had scrubbed clean---not an easy task---and they got into the tub together and drank strawberry milkshakes.

She realized it had never been love between them, for you cannot love someone you can never know.

So often love was invisible; sometimes only two people could see it, and everyone else was blind.

In that instant he saw everything there was to know about love. It terrified and humbled him and made him realize how little he knew.

He told me he wanted the chance to be in love again. He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.