Quotes About Intimacy

Boredom between two people doesn't come from being together physically. It comes from being apart mentally and spiritually.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, "I think I missed you before I met you even.

But when we sit together, close,' said Bernard, 'we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.

My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.

In war as in love, to bring matters to a close, you must get close together.

People never know each other until they have eaten a certain amount of salt together.

Loving isn't liking and it takes liking to live together.

You learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together.

Through my research, I found that vulnerability is the glue that holds relationships together. It's the magic sauce.

Why would a married couple that lives together every day need to date each other? It's precisely because they live and sleep together.

The only human being I could tell everything was my sister Françoise. She and I were so diametrically different; put together we would have been a fantastic woman.

Maybe I'm naively romantic, but I do believe that spice and excitement doesn't stop once a couple gets together.

Intimacy requires an ability to both merge and be separate, to come together and be apart, like oscillating on a giant swing from oneness to separateness, creating a constant rhythm.

To eat together is one of the greatest promoters of intimacy. It is the satisfaction in common of a material necessity of existence, and if you seek a loftier meaning in it, it is a communion.

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

He pulled loose the ribbons of her bonnet and tossed the garment onto the opposite seat. He held her head against his shoulder and rested his cheek on top of it. He had no idea if she needed to be gathered in or not. But he needed to gather. "Idiot," he said. "You precious idiot, Elizabeth.

Some instinct told her that this was usually done in darkness and with eyes tightly shut, that usually all the pleasure was hugged tightly to oneself, the pleasure-giver shut out. Even in her inexperience she sensed that lovers did not always love with eyes open and focused on each other's whenever it was feasible to do so.

Love wasn't about reasons. It wasn't about admiring fine qualities. Love was a language all on its own, composed of gestures that seemed incomprehensible, perhaps even pointless, to the outside observer. Speaking

openness and truth between partners were necessary if the marriage was to have a chance of bringing them any sort of happiness.

It would be such bliss just to go to him and let him take charge of her life. And he would do so, she knew.

She found that she particularly hugged to herself the memories of the brief physical contacts they had shared.

She received his weight on top of her with a sort of wild relief.