Quotes About Intimacy

Los trapos sucios se lavan en casa.

You know what I mean. That moment in a relationship in which, at the same time you discover you've been floating in air for 5 and 1/2 weeks you also discover that your feet have dropped a little closer to earth.

the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.

To be next to her was to have everything.

Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure, little-read entry on Hungarian poetry.

Somewhere in a woman's room there is always something, an object, a detail, that is her, wholly and unapologetic.

When men desire each other, they crash together like wrecking balls, quenching their need right then and there, as if the world were about to end.

I could hear his breathing, every breath he borrowed from the world then set free.

My life is too important to share with someone who can't understand it.

I also remembered that love and commitment can flourish without a wedding ring. Neither a ceremony nor sharing the key to the same house is a guarantee of readiness to give of oneself and to be fully open to another, which is what the bonds of real love entail. Quiet as it's kept, love is not easily defined, quickly mastered, or nonchalantly tossed aside.

We were not in the same social class but at least we were at the same bed.

Intimacy, says the phenomenologist Gaston Bachelard, is the highest value. I resist this statement at first. What about artistic achievement, or moral courage, or heroism, or altruistic acts, or work in the cause of social change? What about wealth or accomplishment? And yet something about it rings true, finally—that what we want is to be brought into relationship, to be inside, within. Perhaps it's true that nothing matters more to us than that.

under the radiant towers, the floodlit ramparts, must have wondered at my impulse to touch her, which was like touching myself, the way your own hand feels when you hold it because you want to feel contained.

I felt God had conned me by telling me to marry Grace, and allowed Grace to rule over me since she was controlling our sex life. I loved Grace, but in the bedroom I did not enjoy her and wondered how many years I could white-knuckle fidelity.

I came to the conclusion that the cure for a lot of my moodiness was having more frequent sex with my wife.

To conquer your biology, stop seeing people sexually and start seeing them as family. In our day, we have really a perverted notion where it's like strangers and potential sexual objects.

We want to state this carefully: a spouse who is evil, distant, cruel, unloving, or abusive should not use this information to demand more sex from his wife without first dealing with his sin.

To make matters worse, seemingly every book I read by Christians on sex and marriage sounded unfair. Nearly every one said the husband had to work very hard to understand his wife, to relate to her.

Que el matrimonio se trata de amistad. Todo lo que se diga con relación a pasar tiempo y estar juntos toda una vida, tener recuerdos, ser buenos oyentes, envejecer y cuidarse uno al otro, ser sinceros, tener una amplia visión de las cosas, arrepentirse y perdonar, se puede resumir en una palabra: amistad.

Intimacy puts us in touch with fragility, he realized, and the acceptance of fragility opens us to intimacy.

He'd tried celibacy. The only problem was the lack of sex.

She idly stroked his head in the way one might stroke a dog.

After an Indian meal they went back to Jamie's flat and Tony did at least two things to him on the sofa that no one had ever done to him before then came back and them again the following evening, and suddenly life became very good indeed.