Quotes About Intimacy

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

Dates were like deep friendships filmed in timelapse, one-night stands were like express-courtships from courtship to dissolution... When I'd entered my last relationship at twenty, we'd all been new and shiny. Now I was meeting people who had... stories.

When I'd begun my last relationship, nearly two decades ago, I'd been unaware of the rule that new lovers must hoard the 'L Word' the way atomic nations hoard their explosives, like something that, once detonated, would change their world forever.

For a little while when we were lovers I breathed the air from the high places where love comes from, and I can't no more come down.

You may make love in dancing as well as sitting.

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.

Every so often, a lightning flash would reveal us to each other, and the expression on his face - so rapt, so helpless, so utterly mine - was the most beautiful thing I ever expected to see in my life.

Come inside with me," he whispered, "and let me make love to you"-he undid another button-"all night along, and then all day tomorrow, and then the day after that..." "You have a show to put on tomorrow night'" I reminded him. Mr. Rathburn -Nico- sighed deeply. He brushed my hair back again, tucking it behind my ears. "That's the spirit. You'll keep me honest, won't you?" "I'll try.

Don't pull away from me like I disgust you. You'll break my heart. - Nico

This can't be real," he said into my hair. "This has to be an acid flashback." I laughed, delighted to be in his arms. "I swear I'm not an acid flashback.

When Nico bent to kiss me, I shut my eyes, absorbing all that was familiar about him - his taste, the softness of his lips, his arms holding me steadily - and I could tell he was the same, drinking me in, committing my kiss to memory as we found our way home to each other in the gathering dark.

When Nico bent to kiss me, I shut my eyes, absorbing all that was familiar about him - his taste, the softness of his lips, his arms holding me steady - and I could tell he was doing the same, drinking me in, committing my kiss to memory, as we found our way home to each other in the gathering dark.

When a heart finds another, what's a cloud more or less in the sky?

Never give advice in a crowd.

we cannot separate the roof from the heart from the trees that were there, standing. & so it is, when I say "night," it is your name I am calling, when I say "field," your thousand, thousand names, your million names.

The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.

In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs.

Maybe love just felt that way, like a kind of fever dream, making things seem both frighteningly close and unbearably far away all at once.

Love is fragile and rare and cannot live long in open air.

She thought, watching him, 'I am in a bath, naked in a bath with no bubbles, and a man is washing me; my reputation is doomed and to hell with it. I've been to hell and all I wanted in it was to be alive for this man. Who carried me out of it.

Our most meaningful relationships are based on a longing for expansion rather than a preoccupation with comfort and security. To live exuberantly—to fully know and be fully known by another—we must be prepared to illuminate the dark spots in our most intimate relationships and in our selves.

being connected in a shallow way to the entire world can prevent us from being deeply connected to those closest to us—including ourselves.

Darkness, within the intimate confines of a bed, leveled social distinctions despite differences in gender and status. Most individuals did not readily fall asleep but conversed freely. In the absence of light, bedmates coveted that hour when, frequently, formality and etiquette perished by the bedside." Further

Writing is communicating with an unknown intimate who is always available, the way the faithful turn to God.