Quotes About Intimacy

Your mind is a sort of world to me: you can tell me all I want to know. I think I should never be tired of being with you.

I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.

I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one woman to love him dearly.' 'I think the goodness should come before he expects that.

Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?

he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess.

It had seemed to him as if they were like two creatures slowly turning to marble in each other's presence, while their hearts were conscious and their eyes were yearning.

A woman may get to love by degrees—the best fire does not flare up the soonest.

His confession was silent, and her promise of faithfulness was silent.

At last Godfrey turned his head towards her, and their eyes met, dwelling in that meeting without any movement on either side. That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger—not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.

He knew quite well that my mind was half absent, yet he liked to talk to me in this way; for don't we talk of our hopes and our projects even to dogs and birds, when they love us?

I never had a PREFERENCE for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

Her lips trembled, and so did his. It was never known which lips were the first to move towards the other lips; but they kissed tremblingly, and then they moved apart. The rain was dashing against the window-panes as if an angry spirit were within it, and behind it was the great swoop of the wind; it was one of those moments in which both the busy and the idle pause with a certain awe.

Rosamund, taken hold of by an emotion stronger than her own--hurried along in a new movement which gave all things some new, awful, undefined aspect--could find no words, but involuntarily she put her lips to Dorothea's forehead which was very near her, and then for a minute the two women clasped each other as if they had been in a shipwreck.

And your mind is a sort of world to me — You can tell me all I want to know.

They were alone together for the first time. What an overpowering presence that first privacy is!

Can't you tell me? said Celia, setting her arms cozily. No, dear, you would have to feel it with me, else you would never know.

I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one woman to love him dearly.

have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand, but now I shall pluck them with eagerness, to place them in your bosom.

I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection, and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.

And your mind is a sort of world to me; you can tell me all I want to know. I think I should never be tired of being with you.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved

You think intercourse is a private act; it's not, it's a social act. Men are sexually predatory in life; and women are sexually manipulative. When two individuals come together and leave their gender outside the bedroom door, then they make love.

Just as women are afraid of receiving, men are afraid of giving.