Quotes About Intimacy

Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to them- as though it lay before them like an opened frog on a dissecting table, begging to be examined.

The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.

He could do only one thing at a time. If he held her, he couldn't kiss her. If he kissed her, he couldn't see her. If he saw her, he couldn't feel her.

He gathered her into the cave of his body. (Roy,338)

She woke to the sound of his heart knocking against his chest. As though it was searching for a way out.

Ammu wondered at the transparency of that kiss. It was a clear-as-glass kiss. Unclouded by passion or desire . . . . It was a kiss that demanded no kiss-back. Not a cloudy kiss full of questions that wanted answers.

Ridges of muscle on his stomach rose under his skin like divisions on a slab of chocolate. He held her close by the light of an oil lamp, and he shone as though he had been polished with a high-wax body polish.

He made her feel as though the world belonged to them...

It was possible for Tilo and Musa to have this strange conversation about a third loved one, because they were concurrently sweethearts and ex-sweethearts, lovers and ex-lovers, siblings and ex-siblings, classmates and ex-classmates. Because they trusted each other so peculiarly that they knew, even if they were hurt by it, that whoever it was that the other person loved had to be worth loving. In matters of the heart, they had a virtual forest of safety nets.

Ja vi?š tai pieskarsies, vi?š nevar?s ar to run?t, ja vi?š to m?l?s, vi?š nevar?s aiziet, ja vi?š run?s, vi?š nevar?s klaus?ties, ja vi?š c?n?sies, vi?š nevar?s uzvar?t.

That the emptiness in one twin was only a version of the quietness in the other. That the two things fitted together. Like stacked spoons. Like familiar lovers' bodies.

He folded his fear into a perfect rose... She took it from him, and put it in her hair.

She smelled the river on him.

The Mouse absorbed love like sand absorbs the sea.

She could feel how soft she felt to him. She could feel herself through him. Her skin. The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

Olhos nublados fixaram olhos nublados e uma mulher luminosa abriu-se para um homem luminoso. Ela era ampla e profunda como um rio na cheia. Ele singrou suas águas. Ela sentia os movimentos dele mais e mais fundos dentro dela. Frenéticos. Furiosos. Pedindo para entrar mais fundo, Mais fundo. Limitados apenas pela forma dela. Pela forma dele. E quando foi detido, quando já tinha tocado o mais fundo dela, com um suspiro soluçado, trêmulo, ele se afogou.

He could feel the tremor, the motor under her skin. Still, of all the women in the world, to have this woman's hand in his made him indescribably happy.

Whenever the elderly have had the financial means, they have chosen what social scientists have called "intimacy at a distance." Whereas in early-twentieth-century America 60 percent of those over age sixty-five resided with a child, by the 1960s the proportion had dropped to 25 percent. By 1975 it was below 15 percent. The pattern is a worldwide one.

she and Felix had their own, private, decades-long conversation that had never stopped.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings.

We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.

I cried to think of how lucky we both were to have found each other, since it was clear that we were the only ones in the world who could understand what we understood in the instantaneous manner in which we understood it.

To go to bed and to wake up again day afte day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat but like sunlight, day after day in the regualr course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.

my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. Recreation