Quotes About Intimacy

Reading offers a kind of companionship that takes no one's place, but that no one can replace either. It offers no definitive explanation of our destiny but links us inextricably to life. Its tiny secret links remind us of how paradoxically happy we are to be alive, while illuminating how tragically absurd life is. So our reasons for reading are as strange as our reasons for living. And no one has the right to call that intimacy into account.

We keep quiet about what we read. Our enjoyment of a book remains a jealously guarded secret. Perhaps because there`s no need to talk, or because it takes time to distill what we've read before we can say anything. Silence is our guarantee of intimacy. We might have finished reading but we`re still living the book.

Le nostre ragioni di leggere sono strane quanto le nostre ragioni di vivere. E nessuno è autorizzato a chiederci conto di questa intimità.

Mais nous relisons surtout gratuitement, pour le plaisir de la répétition, la joie des retrouvailles, la mise à l'épreuve de l'intimité.

I love coming home to somebody, I love being in a relationship.

In my opinion, most marriages are based either on money or the fear of being alone.

I thought of the infinitely many points that can divide the space between two human hearts.

Nobody cares for getting belittled by a person you've had sex with. A person you've licked all over. Nobody wants to sit there and get run down too far by somebody who gives them a hard-on.

She took him to places inside a shaded room that he'd only dimly imagined might exist, and while there in sweaty reality he reclined like a pasha of lust, a man lost to squirts, sighs, fresh angles of entry and the enveloping stink, and to find this carnal enchantment for the first time at his age was to welcome a streaking of madness into his life—madness he prayed had no end now that it had begun.

Looking at them now, I realized love wasn't something you could perform but something you felt together.

Long-distance relationships are another way of avoiding intimacy.

U svakom mom retku, u svakoj mojoj re?i, u svakoj ta?ki nalaziš se i ti, kao polen.

Se?am se - ako imam pravo da se se?am - uzbu?enja kada smo prvi put izmešali naše stvari u jednom hotelu u Bakuu: ode?a nam je stajala u ormanima na vešalicama, u nekoj lascivnoj intimnosti.

Love hath so long possessed me for his ownAnd made his lordship so familiar.

La necesidad de compañía del hombre se suple con la cercanía de su mujer, mientras que la mujer necesita una atención personalizada.

You think I am afraid to love you, ma fee? Look at me, my only love, and see how you hold my heart in your hands, see how much I love you when you look into my eyes.

Making love to a Negro isn't frightening; sleeping with him is. Sleep is complete surrender. It's more than nude; it's naked. Anything can happen during the night, when reason sleeps.

Je me souviens de mon effroi devant un premier baiser. Et si l'autre me mangeait la langue? C'est d'abord mon meilleur morceau de viande que je lui confie aveuglément.

Altijd heb ik die foto van Carole Laure bij me. Een gulzige mond en vochtige ogen (...) Carole Laure in mijn bed. Carole Laure die een heerlijk negermaal voor me bereidt (rijst en kip met kruiden). Carole Laure die naast me zit en met wie ik samen in deze smerige, luizige kamer jazz beluister. Carole Laure als slavin van een neger. Waarom niet? (p.21)

He seemed particularly insistent. I both did and didn't want to be left alone at the house with my mother. There was an aching in my chest that surprised me, and my eyes were watering up against my will.

I'll never willingly let you go. Not after all these years of wanting you. You're my life-you're in my head and in my heart and in the air that I breathe. Every conscious moment is filled with you, and I wake every day with your name singing on my mind, I hunger for you every night, and I lie there in that spare bed, sick with longing for you, and sweating because if i come to you, it will be a ....

Što god ti rekao, vjeruješ u ljubav. Potrebna ti je. Jednoga dana srest ?eš ženu pred kojom ?eš se rastopiti kad je vidiš. Poželjet ?eš svakog trenutka u danu biti s njom. Stari moj, u želatinu ?eš se pretvoriti.

Nothing we do or say in this lifetime will matter as much as the way we loved each other.

So I'll keep you wondering what time I'm arriving And you'll drive me crazy with your backseat driving And I'll talk in my sleep and you'll steal all the covers We'll argue it out and we'll call ourselves lovers And I'll stay in my body and you'll stay in your own 'Cause we know that we're born and we're dying alone. So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.