Quotes About Intimacy

bunches of flowers and kisses, their bodies locked together by a stopwatch. Descriptive on an affair

The idea I want you to embrace is that our relationships thrive, flatline, or fail, gradually then suddenly—one conversation at a time.

Self-respect. It would make me lovable. And it's the secret to good sex.

The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world 'picturesque.

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

Love is friendship on fire -- anonymous

Marriage is a sort of tacit hunting in couples. The world all in couples, each couple in its own little house, watching its own little interests and stewing in its own little privacy - it's the most repulsive thing in the world. One's got to get rid of the exclusiveness of married love.

I vulgarize my feelings by speaking of them too readily to others.

Queremos que el fotógrafo sea un espía en la casa del amor y de la muerte y que los retratados no sean conscientes de la cámara, se encuentren con la guardia baja.

I have such strong tendencies to abandon myself to someone with whom I'm in love—to want to give up everything, to be possessed totally as well as to possess totally.

La fotografía, que tiene tantos usos narcisistas, también es un instrumento poderoso para despersonalizar nuestra relación con el mundo; y ambos usos son complementarios. Como unos binoculares cuyos extremos pueden confundirse, la cámara vuelve íntimas y cercanas las cosas exóticas, y pequeñas, abstractas, extrañas y lejanas las cosas familiares.

I am scared, numbed from the marital wars - that deadly, deadening combat which is the opposite, the antithesis of the sharp painful struggles of lovers. Lovers fight with knives and whips, husbands and wives poisoned marshmallows, sleeping pills, and wet blankets.

I received a letter from a close friend. I did not open it for a week. It lay smoldering on my night table. The envelope bearing the name of a mere acquaintance I tore open eagerly as I came up the stairs, confident that the letter inside would contain nothing that could disturb me or hurt me.

The notion of lovers living together is altogether too demanding. One can be caught so unready.

The only place Aletta and I could be together unseen was just under the rafters in the church tower, a circumstance that propelled us into an earlier intimacy than what we would have known had we been permitted to walk together Sunday afternoons under the wide sky.

If you can't share your true self with someone, he once told me, you're wasting your time.

Do you feel the magic?" "Aye," he breathed into her salt-dusted hair. "It's all around me, but most especially, here in my arms.

stopped right in the middle of the path, cast a furtive glance left and right and then pressed his mouth in full lockdown mode upon hers. Ew.

He stopped working and smiled at her. "What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?" "I'm thinking I'd best do something about you soon." "Are you open to suggestions?" Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. "Not of that sort.

The pressure of his mouth eased. He drew away, holding her at arm's length. He filled her vision, broad shoulders and shaggy head framed by the crags and cliffs of Connemara. He had a look of astonished delight on his face, while dangerous banked fires smoldered in his eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he stepped back and said, "Look me in the eye, Caitlin MacBride, and tell me you've been kissed before.

There was something in the way a man held a woman when he was about to let her go.

And aside from that kiss—awkward and way too…slobbery—things were going all right.

I want you in every way a man can want a woman, and in ways we've yet to invent. Every single day and night. Now, come here.

great guy. Wait till you get to know him." I didn't wait, Sophie thought. I fell right into bed with him. "It would never work. I still don't want kids," Daphne said. "I never will. I'm the oldest of five, and I raised my younger brothers and