Quotes About Intimacy

When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment.

We all wish to be loved alone.

BUT SURELY WE do demand duration and continuity of relationships

In that moment there was no pretense between them, no lingering vestige of reserve or attempt to escape, no denial. It was final and complete.

You know they were never apart? He loved her so much he never grew tired of watching her, listening to her, hearing her laugh. He still found her just as fascinating, after twelve years.

is not the time you spend with someone, it is what happens in that time. I have known people for years, and yet never met the real person inside, if there is one. Others I have spoken with for only an hour or two, and yet what was said had meaning and honesty that will last forever.

Because being in love with someone is not the same as knowing them

Many people desire no more than a convention— the sharing of a home, a social position, children, and the wider family; they do not wish to share their thoughts or their leisure, above all they do not wish to reveal their inner selves, where dreams are held, where they may be known, and thus wounded. They will not take risks. In the end there is no generosity of soul, only safety. There is no giving where there may be cost.

The very ill have little privacy, even for the most intimate of things.

She flushed hot to remember how utterly she had given herself to him in that one consuming kiss. All her heart and mind and will had been in it, all the things she could never ever have said to him.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.

What women hate is when you turn cold to them. If you treat them like queens, they'll let you have a concubine or two outside the palace.

Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I had revealed to him? If my tears spilled now, he would see them. If I trembled now, he would know.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone? asked Thorne softly. Can we not keep some secrets?

He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European.

I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly what is the experience of sex if you have never had it.

I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me. 'Let's go to bed,' he said softly.

Finally those you love are simply ... those you love.

We are never entirely sure about each other's powers. It's all a game. I would no more have asked him how he got here, or in what manner, than I would ask a mortal man how precisely he made love to his wife.

She protected me. We had the souls of each other. We loved in some realm where the natural and the preternatural meant nothing.

A silence fell between us. "I loved her, you know," I said. "I loved her." "Yes, I do know," he said, "and, you see, I did not. And so this doesn't matter to me very much. What matters much more is that I love you.