Quotes About Intimacy

What we share with another ceases to be our own.

Love cannot live where there is no trust.

I looked at him. Then I turned my face away. Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to the one he made me feel when forcing me to surrender to his virility. No one else before him had given me this gratification, but I realised now that the longing to be violated, body and soul, must have always been inside me.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving; 'Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with the palm of your hand... felt it, strands of hair, with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces.

As a physician, David had private recognition, but he craved public approval. Mrs. Roosevelt had public recognition, but she craved intimacy. Each satisfied the other's hunger for acceptance. It was a fair exchange.

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.

I felt his gaze, I heard his moan, And knew his hunger as my own.

Unlike most people, I kept my mouth shut about the man I was living with.

The room is full of you! — As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something in the air, intangible, yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.

I would kiss you, had I the courage.

El amor cuando es amor no habla, no necesita.