Quotes About Intimacy

Love knows nothing of order.

Love is the net where hearts are caught like fish.

As I've grown older, the simple pleasure of sitting on the couch with someone you love and watching a documentary is about as good as it gets for me.

Where there is no love there is no understanding.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

The need for love and intimacy is a fundamental human need, as primal as the need for food, water, and air.

I'm not really the type to wear my heart on my sleeve. I would let someone know if I liked them, but it takes a while for me to fall in love.

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.

It takes a hundred times more skill to make love than to command an army.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Love heightens all senses - except the common.

Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it.

True love doesn't consist of holding hands, it consists of holding hearts.

We never ask the meaning of life when we are in love.

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

Before we make love, my husband takes a pain killer.

You sleep with a man, that's your husband. So make sure before you lay down, you love him.

Love is a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them - we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

Flesh and blood needs flesh and blood, and you're the one I need

This morning, with her, having coffee

Leo is looking down. Leo is looking down and his eyes and skin and hair like dark melted chocolate and he's saying to me, "Hello.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.