Quotes About Intimacy

Is not the most erotic portion of a body where the garment gapes?

Isn't the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more 'I love you's.

I miss women," he went on. "I miss that kind of intimacy. But I think whatever people do; they do in search of pleasure. Or trying to get rid of pain or fear, which is the same thing, basically. Everything, everything is really about that. Everything is about bringing your mind to a place where it's at peace

She lifted her face to his, and he thought there was something new in the feeling of her lips against his, a new hope or a different kind of fear.

Intimacy requires courage because risk is inescapable. We cannot know at the outset how the relationship will affect us. Like a chemical mixture, if one of us is changed, both of us will be. Will we grow in self-actualization, or will it destroy us? The one thing we can be certain of is that if we let ourselves fully into the relationship for good or evil, we will not come out unaffected.

In other words, the most common problem now is not social taboos on sexual activity or guilt feeling about sex in itself, but the fact that sex for so many people is an empty, mechanical and vacuous experience.

Dac? vrem s? cunoa?tem pe cineva, trebuie s? avem cel pu?in disponibilitatea de a iubi acea persoan?

Communication leads to community, that is, to understanding, intimacy and mutual valuing.

Je n'ai jamais imaginé qu'on put être à ce point hanté par une voix, par un cou, par des épaules, par des mains. Ce que je veux dire, c'est qu'elle avait des yeux où il faisait si bon vivre que je n'ai jamais su où aller depuis.

L'amour, tu sais, ce dont il a le plus besoin, c'est l'imagination. Il faut que chacun invente l'autre avec toute son imagination, avec toutes ses forces et qu'il ne cède pas un pouce du terrain à la réalité ; alors, là, lorsque deux imaginations se rencontrent… Il n'y a rien de plus beau.

To 'live', to be truly alive, it is not enough simply to breathe, to suffer, nor even to be happy; life is a secret that cannot be discovered on one's own. True living is done in pairs.

Il vero amore c'è quando esiste solo l'altro.»

Lila was in no hurry to leave; it was pleasurable for her to see herself in my silently adoring gaze, where she reigned—I was her kingdom....

She was pressing her body against his while leaning back from the waist up in that attitude of children and whores.

On dit que l'amour est aveugle mais avec toi, qui sait, la cécité est peut-être une façon de voir...

Ça veut mourir d'amour, dit-elle. Alors, tu devrais te dépêcher. Parce que ça va se mettre à mourir de tous les côtés, et ça ne va pas être d'amour, crois-moi.

Marc, are there moments when I'm making you unhappy? Are there? That's the real test. If I do, then you truly love me." "Now, that's strange logic." "It isn't either. Any good lay can make a man happy. You've had hundreds of women. How many of them had made you unhappy?" "None." "Then you've never loved before.

She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her skin, and it would leave a bruise. So as we sat in the afternoon hour, beneath that fragrant linden bower, I had to chase all of the leafs that fell away.

All I want in this life are three... a moonlit beach on the starlit sea, a breath of opium, and thee.

You are like a god, like an immortal one,' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. 'Oh, my love,' I whispered back to her, 'I am more mortal than all. It seems that a part of me dies every night that I lie with you.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

I took her to bed with silk and song 'Lay still, my love, I won't be long, I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration...

We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new.

There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of love.