Quotes About Intimacy

he didn't know where I lived, because I think he feared, in his heart of hearts, that I didn't trust him, that my work had slowly eroded the love for him which I felt. But I did trust him...I did love him. I didn't love anyone in the world but him. I just didn't want anyone to know where I lived.

In perfect understanding, it seemed, they looked at each other. Questions of failure, of haste, all the what if's of life, did not matter. The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him.

Here's my love, not in little droplets, but from the very river of my being. It reaches all the way down to the roots of my being, tangling my heart in its burning mesh. For you. Drink deep.

He stood in the doorway, holding the back of his own arms. And I knew what I felt. It was a monstrous intimacy with another being, an intimacy that made even the rapt moments of life seem dim and under control. Never, never in all my existance had I been threateened with an intimacy quite like this.

He wanted to say this was not erotic. But it was erotic, insofar as anything and everything is.

I've loved you more than any being in all the world whom I've ever loved.

It is a terrible thing to realize that you depend so much upon another; that your entire sense of well-being is connected to that one—that you need him, love him, that he is the chief witness of your life.

And we are this, this only, this ecstasy that flesh can give to flesh.

My Master's face was rapt and beautiful, a white flame against the wavering golden light of countless candles. He stood over me.

You're mine, of my flesh and of my blood.

I bent down, close to him, and kissed the side of his throat. My friend, my deepest friend in the world once. And now we'll have this union. Lust old and new. The boy I'd been loving him. I felt the blood pulsing through the artery. My left arm slid beneath his right arm. Don't hurt him. He couldn't get away from me. He didn't even try.

Lestat, let me drink. Let me look for the blood with my tongue and my hear. Let me drink, please; you can't deny me that one moment of intimacy.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

He took my head in both his hands. There was no dreadful pressure; there was no pain. It was gentle, the manner in which he was holding me.

Rompió a llorar, cosa que yo nunca le había visto hacer. Y yo gocé de aquel instante pese a todo el dolor que contenía. Me dio vergüenza sentir aquello, pero no la solté. La mantuve abrazada con fuerza y tal vez la besé por todas las veces que no me había permitido hacerlo. Por un instante, parecíamos dos partes de una misma cosa.

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below.

Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up of all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood.

Yes, I said softly to him, 'that is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we knows each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming to sack its riches.

I love you," he said. "Why?" "Because you are beautiful to me. Because you can see me. Because you are all the things in a human being which I myself desire. Because you are human and warm and soft. And I know you, and have known the others before you.

His expression was concerned and protective, and I felt such an overwhelming need of him and love for him that I was about to cry. I held it back.

It was as if that distant bed were a stage and on the linen pillows of the little stage lay that boy, his black hair parted in the middle and curling about his ears, so that he looked now in his dream, fevered state like one of those lithe androgynous creatures of a Botticelli painting; and beside him, nestled against him, her tiny white hand stark against his flesh lay Claudia, her face buried in his neck.

How deeply I loved him, and how I didn't want him to know.