Quotes About Intimacy

Woman has nothing but her affections,--and this makes her at once more loving and less loved.

Estás enojado conmigo? (Joséphine) - ¿Debería estarlo? (Alamán) - Si. Te traté muy fríamente cuando llegué. - Muy fríamente. - Discúlpame. - ¿Por qué lo hiciste? - Ya te lo dije ayer, en casa. Porque tengo miedo de que me lastimes. - Ya te lo dije ayer, en tu casa: jamás te lastimaría. - Eso dicen todos. - Yo no soy todos.

Ya te he dicho que eres lo único que cuenta en mi vida. Cuando no estoy contigo te pienso tanto que creo que puedes sentirme.

Me la llevo porque la quiero pa'mí. La quiero como mi mujer.

He stands in the street with his arms out to me and a huge grin on his face-Baby! - and I run and I jump up into his arms he presses a stubbly cheek against mine.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

In all matrimonial associations there is, I believe, one constant factor - a desire to deceive the person with whom one lives as to some weak spot in one's character or in one's career. For it is intolerable to live constantly with one human being who perceives one's small meannesses. It is really death to do so - that is why so many marriages turn out unhappily.

But, even with all her differences, Mrs. Basil did not appear to Lenora to differ so very much from herself. She was truthful, honest and, for the rest, just a woman. And Lenora had a vague sort of idea that, to a man, all women are the same after three weeks of close intercourse.

The beastly Huns! They stood between him and Valentine Wannop. If they would go home he could be sitting talking to her for whole afternoons. That was what a young woman was for. You seduced a young woman in order to be able to finish your talks with her. You could not do that without living with her. You could not live with her without seducing her; but that was the by-product. The point is that you can't otherwise talk.

Everyone knows how much I love you All your gestures Have become my gestures

Within ten minutes of meeting, we'd exchanged love letters from the corners of our eyes.

Remember when I was lying on your lap and you cleaned my ears with a Q-tip? What a strange, complex intimacy, your at once maternal and sexual tenderness.

To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

Sara...looked long and hard at his face. 'Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?' he said... 'No,' she answered. 'I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

It was a mere matter of seeing common things together and exchanging common speech concerning them, but each was so strongly conscious of the other that no sentence could seem wholly impersonal. There are times when the whole world is personal to a mood whose intensity seems a reason for all things. Words are of small moment when the mere sound of a voice makes an unreasonable joy.

Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?" he said, stroking her hair. "No," she answered. "I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

You are inside my heart.

And they put their arms round each other and kissed as if they would never let each other go.

Are you learning me by heart, little Sara? he said, stroking her hair. No, she answered. I know you by heart. You are inside my heart

And kissed her trembling honest mouth almost as if he had been a man—not quite—but almost.

A friend is someone whose face you can see in the dark.

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.