Quotes About Intimacy

I'm ashamed of my own reluctance, my lack of desire; but the truth is that I would be terrified to get into bed with a woman. Women collect grievances, hold grudges and change shape. They pass hard, legitimate judgements, unlike the purblind guesses of men, fogged with romanticism and ignorance and bias and wish. I can understand why men are afraid of them, as they are frequently accused of being.

no matter what I do there's something hilarious about it. He wanted me to play Scrabble with him, and kiss him as if I meant it.

He's got his cigarette going . He offers her one; this time she takes it. Brief match-flare inside their cupped hands. Red finger-ends.

What I think doesn't matter. Which is the only reason he can tell me things.

I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him in, memorize him, save him up so I can live on the image, later: the lines of his body, the texture of his flesh, the glisten of sweat on his pelt, his long sardonic unrevealing face.

What men are most afraid of is not lions, not snakes, not the dark, not women. Not any more. What men are most afraid of is the body of another man. Men's bodies are the most dangerous things on earth.

She said gently that she wished he would talk more about his feelings. He said that if she had his feelings, she wouldn't want to talk about them either. This intrigued her. She was now more in love with him and more curious than ever.

There was a time when we didn't hug, after she'd told me about being gay; but then she said I didn't turn her on, reassuring me

I let him go, without a word about any other meeting, though he was the one thing I wanted to keep: I wanted him in my bed all night, asleep on my pillow, and I might have had him, but I said nothing.

She liked Christian names, she liked those who used them as a sign of easy inclusion and intimacy, but to her the use of a name remained a proclamation, an action, an event. She was not accustomed to names.

I look back now with some anguish to each touch and glance, to every changing conjunction of limbs and heads and hands. I have lived it over every day for so long now that I am in danger of forgetting the true shape of how it was, because each time I go over it I wish that I had given a little more here or there, or at the very least said what was in my heart, so that he could have known how much it meant to me. But I was incapable, even when happy, of exposing myself thus far.

Leif's hands pressed on my shoulders, muscles turned

My deepest hunger was my longing for connectedness and friendship.

I would want someone I could love to madness, someone who was myself, only better, someone I could never get enough of looking at.

You know you love someone when you cannot put into words how they make you feel.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.

You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how.

You are a child if you thought I didn't know, for all your smothering yourself under that hot lap robe. Of course, I knew. Why else do you think I've been—" He stopped suddenly and a silence fell between them. He picked up the reins and clucked to the horse.

Talking to Rhett was comparable only to one thing, the feeling of ease and comfort afforded by a pair of old slippers after dancing in a pair too tight.

You need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. All your beaux have respected you too much, though God knows why, or they have been too afraid of you to really do right by you. The result is that you are unendurably uppity. You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

Sometimes she thought that all the people she had ever known were strangers except Rhett. "Can't

had awakened no idea of what passion might be or tenderness or true intimacy of body or spirit.

It was awful for a man to know what women really thought about and talked about. It made a girl feel positively undressed.