Quotes About Intimacy

People always think we look for love at our lowest to distract us. I am convinced we do it because we want someone to look us in the eye, to look our ugly in the eye and still choose us. I didn't want a distraction, I wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.

She was so unsettled by love and the sense of her nakedness that her voice shrank in her throat. The peri­ods of the song warbled through the room. Her whole body seemed ablaze . The drunken , singing head shook with some delirious impulse that seemed to be destroy­ ing her. What insanity! She was weeping, in her wild nakedness, as she approached my bed, which to me was a death bed. She fell on her knees, she fell down in front of me and hid her tears in the sheets.

Intimacy is never separated from external elements, without which it could not be signified. Where we think we have caught hold of the Grail, we have only grasped a thing, and what is left in our hands is only a cooking pot.

I already knew this immense tenderness, which is only the last degree of sorrow… I knew then, already, that the intimacy of things is death.

The lover strips the beloved of her identity no less than the blood-stained priest his human or animal victim.

I fucked her for the first time, next to the corpse. It was very painful for both of us, but we were glad precisely because it was painful.

What I want', were the words she left me with, administering a poison, 'is that you love me even unto death. For my part, it is in death I love you at this very instant. But I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

What I want, is that you love me even unto death. For my part, it is in death I love you at this very instant. But I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it.

Non erano mai stati due in nessun altro posto, se non quando avevano fatto l'amore per la prima volta, fra l'erba alta e le ortiche al margine del bosco di Sarelle. - La camera azzurra

Si vergognava di averle ascoltate senza ribellarsi, odiava il Tony che in piedi davanti allo specchio si tamponava il sangue sul labbro, fiero di starsene tutto nudo in un raggio di sole, di essere un bel maschio che si lasciava ammirare, fiero di vedere il suo sperma colare dalla vulva di una femmina. - La camera azzurra

Non si passa la vita a letto, in una camera vibrante di sole, abbandonandosi al furore di due corpi nudi. - La camera azzurra

Più io sono goffo avvicinandomi a lei e più, ne sono sicuro, lei è contenta. È il mio turbamento che osserva piuttosto di pensare al suo piacere, quell'attimo in cui per un miracolo che si riproduce alcuni milioni di volte al giorno, un corpo di donna diventa per un uomo la sola cosa importante al mondo.

Then Frederica went towards him, holding out her hand, and he raised his eyes from Felix's eager countenance, and smiled at her, causing Mr. Moreton to suffer a shock. It was not at all the sort of smile with which his lordship beguiled his flirts, but something warmer and more intimate. Good God! mentally ejaculated Mr. Moreton. Sits the wind in that quarter?

He took her face between his hands, turning it up, and looking down at her for a moment before he kissed her. I do love you, Jenny, he said gently. Very much indeed-- you are part of my life. Julia was never that-only a boy's impractical dream.

Their eyes met, both pairs grey, hers very cool and clear, his faintly smiling...

Many a housewife staring at the back of her husband's newspaper, or listening to his breathing in bed is lonelier than any spinster in a rented room.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate. Many a housewife staring at the back of her husband's newspaper, or listening to his breathing in bed is lonelier than any spinster in a rented room.

We still make love to organs and not people; that so far from realising that people are never more idiosyncratic, never more totally there when they make love, we re never more incommunicative, never more alone.

I just friends whom I can trust and call them my Best Friends.

I am I because my little dog knows me.

I certainly do care for you Jeff Campbell less than you are always thinking and much more than you are ever knowing

How prettily we swim. Not in water, not on land, but in love.

Love is the skillful audacity required to share an inner life

Romance is everything.