Quotes About Intimacy

Boyfriend. This is such a weird word. There's no good word about someone if you're not married. Even calling a guy you live with your boyfriend makes you sound eleven years old. Old man? If you're not living with Willie Nelson, that one doesn't work, either.

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.

A relationship] takes time and deeds, and this involves trust, it involves making ourselves naked, to become sitting ducks for each other.

that the number one predictor for the long-term success ofany relationship is how well the couple is able to handle conflict.

Success in marriage depends on being able, when you get over being in love, to really love.

No relationship in this world ever remains warm and close unless a real effort is made on both sides to keep it so.

At the fourth flight Lila did something unexpected. She stopped to wait for me, and when I reached her she gave me her hand. This gesture changed everything between us forever.

We consummate life and lose it because in some long-ago time someone, in the desire to unload his cock inside us, was nice, chose us among women. We take for some sort of kindness addressed to us alone the banal desire for sex. We love his desire to fuck, we are so dazzled by it we think it's the desire to fuck only us, us alone. Oh yes, he who is so special and who has recognized us as special. We give it a name, that desire of the cock, we personalize it, we call it my love.

We don't know anything about people, even those with whom we share everything.

it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.

I had always considered sex an ultimate sticky reality, the least mediated contact possible with another body. Instead, after that experience, I was convinced that sex is an extreme product of the imagination. The greater the pleasure, the more the other is only a dream, a nocturnal reaction of belly, breasts, mouth, anus?of every isolated inch of skin?to the caresses and thrusts of a vague entity definable according to the necessities of the moment.

As usual it seemed to her that she could enter and leave my life without any worries, as if we were still a single thing and there was no need to ask how are you, how are things, am I disturbing you.

What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn't die, it doesn't want to die.

He didn't want her the way he generally wanted women, to feel them under him, to turn them over, turn them again, open them up, break them, step on them, and crush them. He didn't want her in order to have sex and then forget her. He wanted the subtlety of her mind with all its ideas. He wanted her imagination. And he wanted her without ruining her, to make her last.

We told each other everything, even the little things, and were happy.

Che complicato schiumoso miscuglio è una coppia. Sebbene la relazione si sfrangi e poi cessi, essa continua ad agire per vie segrete, non muore, non vuole morire.

So pleasure was this: breaking, mixing, no longer knowing what was mine and what was his.

Un maschio, a parte i momenti pazzi in cui lo ami e ti entra dentro, resta sempre fuori. Perciò, dopo, quando non lo ami più, ti dà fastidio anche solo pensare che una volta l'hai voluto. Io sono piaciuta a lui, lui è piaciuto a me, fine. A me succede molte volte al giorno che qualcuno mi piaccia. A te no? Dura un poco, poi passa. Solo il bambino resta, è una parte di te; il padre invece era un estraneo e torna un estraneo.

For infidelities to have their real impact some lovelessness has to develop first.

Everything that could happen between us had happened, the rest was only complications.

Cuántas palabras permanecen sin pronunciar incluso en una pareja que se ama...

Cuántas palabras permanecen sin pronunciar incluso en una pareja que se ama, y qué elevado es el riesgo de que otros la destruyan pronunciándolas.

If she kept him next to her she was afraid of breaking him, if she pushed him too far away she was afraid of losing him.

L'amore è opaco come i vetri delle finestre dei cessi