Quotes About Intimacy

Men love to put things in women, don't they?

isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase? So

they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish --- expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each others' spaces liquidly. Making it look easy, the soul-mate thing.

Men fake sleep the way women fake orgasms: to be left alone already.

Io ti amo, e siccome voglio che tu non ne dubiti, te lo ripeto, io ti amo, e torno a ripeterlo, ti amo, così potrai sempre rinfacciarmelo, se ti dicessi un giorno ch'erano parole sfuggite nell'emozione di donarti la mia verginità.>>

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing that we are just plain nice folks.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks. I was her truth object, and she was mine.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.

Maybe propinquity was counterproductive. *

She breathed deeply of the freedom she found in Mattie's presence. Here she had no choice but to be herself. The carefully erected decoys she was constantly shuffling and changing to fit the situation were of no use here. Etta and Mattie went way back, a singular term that claimed co-knowledge of all the important events in their lives and almost all of the unimportant ones. And by rights of this possession, it tolerated no secrets.

Bloody noses had made them friends, but giving sound to the bruised places in their hearts made them brothers.

Etta and Mattie went way back, a singular term that claimed co-knowledge of all the important events in their lives and almost all of the unimportant ones.

So Lorraine found herself, on her knees, surrounded by the most dangerous species in existence—human males with an erection to validate in a world that was only six feet wide.

She studied the fine lines and loops, commas and periods that had come between them, and they etched themselves into her mind.

Love is a fan club with only two fans.

Ideally, of course, a relationship is best, but then how many people are capable of deep feeling? Practically none.

Love is not my bag.

I can understand companionship. I can understand bought sex in the afternoon. I cannot understand the love affair.

He now new a number of people but none well. It was easier to have sex with a man than to acquire a friend.

At first Madison was shy but Mrs. Todd soon warmed him up, filled his glass again and again with my best claret.

Friendship is something in the soul. It is a thing one feels. It is not a return for something.

I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.

We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.