Quotes About Intimacy

Recipes are made by breaking down a complex relationship of smell, touch, taste, and instinct born of intimate familiarity into a series of minimal commands containing none of those things.

proximity/intimacy is not the same thing as connectivity: it is at best an elaboration, at worst a slippage.

I'm willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else's living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another's brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.

Once a woman has given you her heart you can never get rid of the rest of her.

She found it surprisingly easy to whisper assurances in the other woman's ear.

Bill's tongue had started at Cirocco's toes and was now exploring her left ear. She liked that. It had been a memorable journey.

We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them.

Healthy, lusty sex is wonderful

The closest and most precious people in your life are guaranteed to make you feel the entire spectrum of human emotions.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

The less you demand total fulfillment from relationships, the more you can appreciate them for the beautiful tapestries they are, in which absolute and relative, perfect and imperfect, infinite and finite are marvelously interwoven. You can stop fighting the shifting tides of relative love and learn to ride them instead. And you come to appreciate more fully the simple, ordinary heroism involved in opening to another person and forging real intimacy.

There is a secret about human love that is commonly overlooked: Receiving it is much more scary and threatening than giving it. How many times in your life have you been unable to let in someone's love or even pushed it away? Much as we proclaim the wish to be truly loved, we are often afraid of that, and so find it difficult to open to love or let it all the way in.

Pure, unconditional love shines through when people put themselves—their own demands and agendas—aside and completely open to one another.

I had love once in the palm of my hand. See the lines there. — John Wieners, from "A Poem for Painters," Selected poems, 1958-1984 (Black Sparrow Books, 1986)

But we were never really - together. Even when we made love.

A tientas, confusos, se tocaron, se enredaron en un abrazo torpe y tenso y durante largo rato permanecieron sentados juntos sin moverse, como si cualquier movimiento pudiese dejar escapar de ellos la cosa extraña y terrible que agarraban con las manos.

We really haven't known each other very well these last few years, have we?" She looked away and said uncomfortably, "Well—I suppose not.

It occurred to him that he had never before known the body of another; and it occurred to him further that that was the reason he had always somehow separated the self of another from the body that carried that self around. And it occurred to him at last, with the finality of knowledge, that he had never known another human being with any intimacy or trust or with the human warmth of commitment.

love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.

Suddenly Sloane seemed very distant, and the walls of the office receded. Stoner felt himself suspended in the wide air, and he heard his voice ask, "Are you sure?" "I'm sure," Sloane said softly. "How can you tell? How can you be sure?" "It's love, Mr. Stoner," Sloane said cheerfully. "You are in love. It's as simple as that.

Nearly every afternoon, when his classes were over, he came to her apartment. They made love, and talked, and made love again, like children who did not think of tiring at their play. The spring days lengthened, and they looked forward to the summer.

Even now, after all these years, I can taste the bitter sweetness of that body, and feel beneath me the firm warmth. It is odd that I can do so, for I know that the flesh of Julius Antonius now is smoke, and is dispersed into the air. That body is no more, and my body remains upon this earth. It is odd to know that. No other man has touched me since that afternoon. No man shall touch me for as long as I shall live.

That fucking cunting fuck of a whore." "Nikolas!" Nikolas shrugged. "It's only you who I don't like to hear swear.

I don't think you're entirely understanding how this boyfriend thing works, Ben. Denying me in the shower, it's very hurtful." "You do realize I can actually hear the air quotes when you say boyfriend.