Quotes About Intimacy

was not natural that men of different characters and tastes should be intimate, and

They slept separate at first, as if proximity harassed them, but towards morning a movement began, and they woke deep in each other's arms.

You all right, Maurice?' – for he had sighed. 'You comfortable? Rest your head on me more, the way you like more … that's it more, and Don't You Worry. You're With Me. Don't Worry.

Clive, és um pateta, e, já que tocaste no assunto, posso dizer-te que te acho muito belo, a única pessoa bela que já vi na vida. Adoro a tua voz e tudo o que tem a ver contigo, até as tuas roupas ou a divisão onde estás sentado. Adoro-te.

Preachers or scientists may generalize, but we know that no generality is possible about those whom we love; not one heaven awaits them, not even one oblivion.

I have shared with Alec,' he said after deep thought. 'Shared what?' 'All I have. Which includes my body.

She and the victim seemed alone in a world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

You don't love me, evidently. I dare say you are right not to. But it would hurt a little less if I knew why." "Because"—a phrase came to her, and she accepted it—"you're the sort who can't know any one intimately.

Me besarás?— dijo Maurice, mientras los gorriones despertaban sobre ellos en los aleros, y lejos, en los bosques, los palomos comenzaban a arrullarse.

But they did not chatter much, for the boy, when he liked a person, would as soon sit silent in his company as speak.

Perhaps we woke up one another. I like to think that anyway.

Even when we love people, we desire to keep some corner secret from them, however small: it is a human right: it is personality

the actual deed of sex seemed to him unimaginative, and best veiled in night. Between men it is inexcusable, between man and woman it may be practised since nature and society approve, but never discussed nor vaunted.

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.

For a month we had been, I suppose, the thickest thieves in all London, and yet our intimacy was curiously incomplete.

For every quarrel a man and wife have before others, they have a hundred when alone.

Probably no man ever had a friend that he did not dislike a little.

Now the two of us here in the dark have let the fire die slowly down, and it's your body I want to see with the curtains open and the half-moon pressed against the window—your long pale body smoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside mine while we warm ourselves again in the heavy world of matter, catching fire at the fire we make of our lives. —Eamon Grennan, from "On Fire," Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

I so love you! It is like my heart wants to be one with yours. I feel it melting inside of me, and like sunshine flowing out through cracks and streaming into your heart.

At the same time, we are hard at work constructing intimacy with algorithms, from our willingness to play along with Siri to the things we type into search bars when we think nobody is looking.

You will have few really close, real, relationships in life. Nurture them, protect them and honor them at all times.

And yet I was filled with grief. In the beginning of all love there is grief, because at that moment you're closest to the ghost of parting. You know how easily it could all slip away, how easily it could evaporate into eternal, never-to-be-consummated longing.

Love is not finding someone you can leave with, it's finding someone you cannot live without????????????????????????????????

We are often jealous of our little secrets, though to another ear they generally convey neither profit nor entertainment.