Quotes About Intimacy

because a man who is everybody's friend really has no friends at all.

Some words can only be spoken to those for whom we feel passionately and deeply, just as some silences can only be shared by lovers.

After all, no relationship could function or survive under the burden of total honesty.

Maybe this is common to all those who lose someone whom they have loved deeply. Making contact with another potential partner, another lover, becomes an act of reconstruction, a building not only of a relationship but also of oneself.

reading was a solitary pursuit. Oh, one could read in the same room as someone else, or beside them in bed at night, but it rather presumed that an agreement had been reached about such matters, and the couple in question consisted of a pair of like-minded souls.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

I'm not pressing in anymore. I've been pressed into. I'm not contending anymore. I've been contended for. I'm not a God chaser anymore. I've been chased down, roped, hogtied, bagged and dragged. I'm not appropriating what I have. It's mine. I'm not getting closer to God. He's like a Siamese twin. I'm not even seeking God anymore. He found me.

His heart pounding with fear and elation, and his head humming with the fierce certainty of a sure thing, he kissed her. She responded as though for her too a certainty had proved out, and in the midst of her hair and lips and long arms encircling him, Smoky added a treasure of great price to the small store of his wisdom.

So few of us, she thought, so much love and so few to spend it on, no wonder we get tangled up.

It struck Rosie that nowadays everyone lived the way gay men like Kraft had always lived; in brief collisions, restless, among lovers whom there was no way to fix except for as long as you could hold their hands. And then what? And then remember them, and keep in touch: friends.

First she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld. In

You are real only where you are given to love.

She later said, "Sex to Jack [Kennedy] meant no more than a cup of coffee." How did she know? Did she ever have coffee with him? I have no reason to think so, but in that picture, the president looks like he's about to start the percolator.

For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes, upon one double string;So to entergraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us one,And pictures in our eyes to getWas all our propagation.

Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,To taste whole joys.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,Where can we find two better hemispheresWithout sharp North, without declining West?

If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

Our two souls therefore which are one,Though I must go, endure not yetA breach, but an expansion,Like gold to airy thinness beat.

Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;