Quotes About Intimacy

You wanted hearts and flowers," he murmurs. I blink at him, not quite believing what I'm seeing. You have my heart." And he waves toward the room. And here are the flowers," I whisper, completing his sentence. Christian, it's lovely.

He should know no one intimately, least of all a woman.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we're still no nearer to understanding one another.

They had never struggled, and only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, "That is your friend," and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because "this is my friend.

The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle.

and someone he scarcely knew moved towards him and knelt beside him and whispered, 'Sir, was you calling out for me? ... Sir, I know ... I know,' and touched him.

I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.

And the triviality faded from their faces, though it left something behind -- the knowledge that they could never be parted because their love was rooted in common things.

It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air.

I feel to you as Pippa to her fiancé, only far more nobly, far more deeply, body and soul, no starved medievalism of course, only a – a particular harmony of body and soul that I don't think women have even guessed. But you know.

When they sat it was nearly always in the same position – Maurice in a chair, and Durham at his feet, leaning against him. In the world of their friends this attracted no notice. Maurice would stroke Durham's hair.

In other words, they belong to types that could fall in love, but couldn't live together.

I had no right to move out of my books and music, which was what I did when I met you

For human intercourse, as soon as we look at it for its own sake and not as a social adjunct, is seen to be haunted by a spectre. We cannot understand each other, except in a rough and ready way; we cannot reveal ourselves, even when we want to; what we call intimacy is only a makeshift; perfect knowledge is an illusion.

affection explains everything

Love is the best, and the more she let herself love him, the more chance was there that he would set his soul in order.

Amaba a los hombres y siempre los había amado. Ansiaba abrazarlos, mezclar con el de ellos su ser. Ahora que había perdido al hombre que correspondía a su amor, admitía aquello.

The abandonment of personality that is a possible prelude to love

Love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one

Yes, awfully serious,' remarked Maurice, and rested his hand on Alec's shoulder, so that the fingers touched the back of the neck, doing this merely because he wished to do it, not for another reason.

The imponderable bloom, declared by a discredited philosophy to be the actual essence of intercourse, was rightly ignored by the Machine, just as the imponderable bloom of the grape was ignored by the manufacturers of artificial fruit. Something "good enough" had long since been accepted by our race.

Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever, and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.