Quotes About Intimacy

To understand desire, one needs language and flesh.

Does virtual intimacy degrade our experience of the other kind and, indeed, of all encounters, of any kind?

My own study of the networked life has left me thinking about intimacy - about being with people in person, hearing their voices and seeing their faces, trying to know their hearts. And it has left me thinking about solitude-the kind that refreshes and restores. Loneliness is failed solitude. To experience solitude you must be able to summon yourself by yourself; otherwise you will only know how to be lonely

Loneliness is painful, emotionally and even physically, born from a "want of intimacy" when we need it most, in early childhood. Solitude—the capacity to be contentedly and constructively alone—is built from successful human connection at just that time.

when technology engineers intimacy, relationships can be reduced to mere connections.

I am troubled by the idea of seeking intimacy with a machine that has no feelings, can have no feelings, and is really just a clever collection of "as if " performances, behaving as if it cared, as if it understood us. Authenticity, for me, follows from the ability to put oneself in the place of another, to relate to the other because of a shared store of human experiences: we are born, have families, and know loss and the reality of death.

When one becomes accustomed to "companionship" without demands, life with people may seem overwhelming. Dependence on a person is risky but it also opens us to deeply knowing another.

But in creative conversations, in conversations in which people get to really know each other, you usually have to tolerate a bit of boredom.

Ray, twenty-eight, comments on what it's like to have a relationship when you compete with screens: "I think the way we're going, a lot of people are getting the feeling that even though the person they're with is there, you don't get the feeling of real connection. You just have information.

It was a rare man who didn't mind having a woman dump all her problems and insecurities in his lap.

It was as though her woman's hand was assisting him to make some minute readjustment of the machinery of his life.

Because you showed one face to all the rest of the world, and another to me.

They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.

A relationship to me is never about the romance.

Only God Himself could keep me from you, love.

She turned her face into my neck and brushed her lips over my skin. That soft touch sent a flood of sensation flying through me and I tightened my grip on her, aching. It was a gut-deep, visceral ache—a thirsting, the kind that might never been quenched, or eased.

When night falls, I ache for you.You are like a fever that has entered my brain and though i try to escape you, though I tell myself I am mad, that nothing good can come from it, that you are like all the others, that you will betray and cause me nothing but pain, in the end I am left with only a gnawing desire to have you in my arms,to kiss you...to make love to you." -Brett Dangermond

My need of your words: for such closeness there should be a word beyond love." Helen, to Leith, in "The Great Fire

The only people you can really share certain things with in secret are your girlfriends.

Be courteous to all, but intimate with a few and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.

Freud said he did not know what a woman wanted. Most husbands say the same. Ready for it, guys? The answer is to be chosen. To be intensely desired. To be lusted after. A woman's primary need is to be desired.

And then Shin started to make gentle love to me. Every touch drove me wild and I began to moan and beg him to do it harder. Suddenly he stopped and looked at me. "Shoko! You're high right now, aren't you?" "What?" "I can tell when you are. Your reactions aren't the same at all." His words made me feel dirty. The innocent version of me, the girl who had walked happily hand in hand with Shin, no longer existed.

Millions of Indian housewives remain silent about the complete lack of sex in their marriage after the first child is born. Most husbands—modern, urban, educated, young, successful and independent—forget that their wives need sexual fulfilment as much as they do.

Love is the process of melting into the other