Quotes About Intimacy

her, climbing out of the bath.

Cosa vuoi che ti faccia? Vuoi che ti prenda mentre dormi? Vuoi che ti faccia venire mentre tu fingi che nemmeno esisto? Vuoi entrare nel mio letto e lasciare che ti mostri cose che non hai mai nemmeno sognato? Si, no.. Quale di queste? Sii coraggiosa. Devi solo dirmelo. farò quello che vuoi Forse non sono tanto coraggiosa, dopotutto. il coraggio è avere paura e continuare lo stesso.

it's closeness that does you in. Never get too close to people, son.

She saw herself riding in the passenger seat, Sam behind the wheel. Like two of those little peg people in a toy car. Husband peg, wife peg, side by side. Facing the road and not looking at each other; for why would they need to, really, having gone beyond the visible surface long ago. No hope of admiring gazes anymore, no chance of unremitting adoration. Nothing left to show but their plain, true, homely, interior selves, which were actually much richer anyhow.

She said, 'Red, I want to learn every step of you, and dance till the end of the night.

Thinking back on that conversation now, he began to believe that people could, in fact, be used up—could use each other up, could be of no further help to each other and maybe even do harm to each other. He began to think that who you are when you're with somebody may matter more than whether you love her. (P. 362)

Pauline believed that marriage was an interweaving of souls, while Michael viewed it as two people traveling side by side but separately. "What are you thinking about?" she liked to say, and "Tell me what you honestly feel.

make her feel sort of naïve and inexperienced. He often addressed her as

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

Darcy closed her eyes. Their lips met, and she breathed in the scent of the sun-heated tar beneath them and the salt of Imogen's skin. She felt the rumble of the traffic below traveling up through the building and into her spine, her fingertips, her tongue.

But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

At fist he didn't say anything more, and we had a little staring contest there in the darkness. but I liked staring at him, and I won.

and kisses are a better fate than wisdom —e. e. cummings, "since feeling is first

It didn't matter where, really. What mattered was the connection, the space formed between the two of the, a slice cut from the universe and made private and inviolable.

Maybe this time she could show him what was really inside her, deeper than any operation could reach.

Instead, she rose a little onto her toes and they kissed again.

Whatever Hiro said about fame protecting her, it felt safer next to Frizz than under the eyes of a million people.

There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.

I've met men I would trust in the mouth of hell. Byrne or Douglas. I would trust them to breathe for me, to pump my blood with their hearts. Did you love them best? Would they be the ones you'd choose? To die with? No. The one time I've felt what you describe was with a woman. A lover, you mean? said Jack. Not your own flesh and blood? I think she was my own flesh and blood. I truly believe she was.

The partition between love and anger is thin. I suppose it's a need to protect the self from further wounding that makes people scream at the one they love.

This intimacy is not necessary; no one is compelling me to open my inmost self and lay it naked, undefended, against that of another – merely for the joy of the communion.

We have lived too closely, been through too much. I will not leave you. I cannot, any more than I can leave myself.

It was more wonderful than making love with a negro boxer on Mr Singer's billiard table.