Quotes About Intimacy

Don't you think everyone deserves to find love?" Link asks. "Isn't that what we're all programmed to search for? Someone we can connect with—a lover, a friend—someone to build a life with?

She says, "I want to be treated like someone precious. I want to be someone's beloved. I never feel that way with you, and it dawned on me at some point today that I'm never going to feel that way with you, ever.

She twists like a flame. Her back, a sierra of bone, her hips, a sandstone canyon. And I can believe her gaze, born from a thousand years dreaming and as dew-cool as moonlight, is only for me. — Eliot Khalil Wilson, from "New Orleans Odalisque," The Saint of Letting Small Fish Go (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2003)

Paul's wanting does not hinge on anything other than the fact of me. This is an excellent trait in a man.

I fear that this is what long term relationships are all about, at base: full-time role-playing, memorized and inhabited.

I understand now that the vulnerability I've always felt is the greatest strength a person can have. You can't experience life without feeling life. What I've learned is that being vulnerable to somebody you love is not a weakness, it's a strength.

I wondered if I would remember this feeling after Catherine. The feeling of seeing a friend—someone I knew and who knew me, too, someone who cared about me—walking in through a door or waving from across a hall or bending to whisper in another friend's ear. Of being inside, so inside, such an intimacy, and at the same time seeing it from outside. A feeling of being seen, beautiful and young, seated at a mythic table.

It's our song," he murmured into my ear.

What is wrong with you? ARe you the only guy in the universe who doesn't like a blow job?

I lean in quickly and kiss him. "We may," I say.

I'm not greedy I just want one person. The world is so big and there are so many people, but I only want one. I want to feel safe and happy with someone. What the heart chooses

I try and picture you reading this -- there is a sense that as I write I try and get nearer to you, connect in my mind with you.

But we can just go out and not have to talk and we feel comfortable. That's love. And I can;t picture it ending.

She has too deep a root within my Soul ever to be remov'd

Her Design was once more to engage him, to hear him sigh, to see him languish, to feel the strenuous Pressures of his eager Arms, to be compelled, to be sweetly forc'd to what she wished with equal Ardour, was what she wanted, and what she had form'd a Stratagem to obtain, in which she promis'd herself Success. SHE

I do not want a husband who honours me as a queen, if he does not love me as a woman.

You could never demand intimacy -- you could only volunteer it.

Men did not touch each other as Karadur touched this man unless they were lovers. But there was more between them, a connection, a feeling that was present even when they sat apart.

friendship in marriage is its own thing: friendship in a cup of tea, or a glass of wine, or a cappuccino every Sunday morning. Friendship in buying undershirts and underpants. Friendship in picking up a prescription or rescuing the towed car. Friendship in waiting for the phone call after the mammogram. Friendship in toast buttered just so. Friendship in shoveling the snow. I am the one you want to tell. You are the one I want to tell.

Too often close relationships are better at causing demolition than building.

Love is only what you think it is at the time. Or what you make it. It doesn't exist of itself. It's born out of the spark that ignites when two people suddenly notice each other. Or it isn't. I mean, sparks die too, or you kill them deliberately.

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvd point, what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented?

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes.