Quotes About Intimacy

I have opened my belly and placed you inside.

Without privacy there was no point in being an individual.

The Theory of Sexual Understanding is mine. I created it. It works between a man and a woman. It's this: Everything's up to her.

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is.

he rubbed his feet back and forth on the library carpet and when she walked by, he touched her with the tip of his index finger

How strange to feel yourself falling in love with someone you've only just met.

And of course there was the loss of women, some of whom he still woke up aching for. He'd study their remnants alone at night - slips of paper bearing old phone numbers. Photographs. A mitten. In bed he would stare at the ceiling, trying to seize on the exact feeling of a particular woman's head on his chest. It's weight, the smell of her hair.

Companionate love grows slowly over the years as lovers apply their attachment and caregiving systems to each other, and as they begin to rely upon, care for, and trust each other. If the metaphor for passionate love is fire, the metaphor for companionate love is vines growing, intertwining, and gradually binding two people together.

Passionate love does not turn into companionate love. Passionate love and companionate love are two separate processes, and they have different time courses.

Friendly, yes. Friend, never.

That was the thing about knowing people's secrets: It could make them not like you.

It was bizarre, getting to know for the first time a woman whose body I'd entered. In the scrambled word game of contemporary mating rituals, there was greater intimacy in her tales of woe than there had been in the opening of her thighs.

Give in to love, or live in fear

I was glad to get in that stall. It was a funny feeling, being naked and fighting a man with a gun. I didn't like it. I felt the bullets would hurt more, naked.

Newton screamed when he felt them begin to crawl over his scrotum and try to wiggle between his buttocks

Grey had maintained a long and passionate affair with pain. He knew all her secrets.

Grey had maintained a long and passionate affair with pain. He knew all her secrets. Ghostwalkers

Chess is about the experience of passion, intimacy and caring but not in the way we typically use these terms. The game reveals implicit meanings in the idea of love by offering a shift in perspective and context. The point is that metaphors don't function merely as comparisons but more as translations, recreations or re-presentations.

All social animals need to find ways of keeping the group together, managing disputes, appeasing frayed emotions, helping individuals within the group recover their poise after a bruising encounter. Primates do this by grooming, stroking one another. But this degree of intimacy is possible only in a relatively small group. Humans, by using language as a substitute for embrace, can manage more relationships and thus build larger groups.

When Jacob was chosen, Esau was not rejected. God does not reject. "Though my mother and father might abandon me, the Lord will take me in" (Psalms 27:10). Chosenness means two things: intimacy and responsibility. God holds us close and makes special demands on us. Beyond that, God is the God of all mankind – the Author of all, who cares for all.

She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.

You cannot keep someone else's love warm, you cannot love by proxy.

Then I realized he was still holding my hand.

He gripped me tighter around the waist and pulled me to him. "No," he said into my ear. "No, Lucy. That's not the way it's going to be.