Quotes About Intimacy

Close dancing may be the best inoculation against ideology.

When a woman thinks her husband is a fool, her marriage is over. They may part in one year or ten; they may live together until death. But if she thinks he is a fool, she will not love him again.

Nothing touches me more than cracks in the armor and the person who reveals them.

His was the first male sex I held in my hand, other than my own. My first kiss was the one he gave me. My first embrace, skin against skin, was with him.

Si la vie m'était laissé, il se pourrait que je te prie de la partager avec moi.

And then, he asks me to take him. He says the words, without shame, without ordering me to either. I obey him, though I'm afraid. I know that it can hurt if the other person doesn't know how to do it, that the body can resist.

C'est important : il me regarde d'une certaine manière et n'en déviera pas. En fin de compte, l'amour n'a été possible que parce qu'il m'a non pas tel que j'étais, mais tel que j'allais devenir.

I listen to you, but all I want to remember is your skin, your smell, the life that pulses within you.

Au moment de nous quitter, nous choisissions de ne pas dire un mot, d'être dans le silence. Il y a une étreinte, un regard. Il n'y a pas de baiser, pas d'au revoir. Il y a juste ton corps en partance et le mien qui reste. Il y a les battements de ton coeur qui s'accélèrent et les miens qui ralentissent. Il y a l'effroi. Il y a le temps derrière nous, et le temps devant nous. Il y a la tendresse qui se brise.

Ai-je jamais été aussi proche de lui qu'aujourd'hui ? J'ai beau connaître notre intimité, qui date du premier jour, qui ne s'est jamais démentie, qui donne tout son sens au mot fraternité, il me semble que notre proximité n'a jamais été aussi grande que dans ces instants qui sentent la fin.

We should always make love as though for the first time, with the nervous passion of those who have never known this moment, and the unashamed good fortune of novices.

I realize that this is what it means to be lovers: using the same words to speak of the same things though one has never heard the other use them; these random similarities, this remarkable intimacy.

Vous vous êtes tant et si mal aimés, tous les deux ». La phrase est venue comme un coup de grâce. Tombée comme un couperet. J'ai entendu le bruit de la lame quand, après sa course brève, elle sectionne les nuques. Tant et si mal aimés. Peut-on viser plus juste ?

There comes a moment when the silence between two people can have the purity of a diamond.

This is the cosmic ruler who hears the sparrow fall and monitors the hairs on our head. He works in all things, not just in some things. There is no limit to God's involvement in our lives. We

Kiss me again: If I now wanted heat of youth, these fires, In Priam's veins, would thaw his frozen blood, Enabling him to get a second Hector For the defence of Troy.

When you're there, I sleep lengthwise. And when you're gone, I sleep diagonal in my bed.

Carl would rush into her arms and they would kiss clumsily, not from lack of expertise, but because you couldn't kiss like they needed to and do it with any refinement.

I am aware that the woman sits on the floor with me, and my head is in her lap, but I can't see her anymore. I only feel her bones beneath my bones, holding me up. I strain to see, even though I feel the sun on my skin, coming through the window.

These elegant women were groomed, manicured and dipped in plastic. When was the last time they'd sweated and moaned and smeared their makeup making wild, passionate love? When was the last time I had?

Getting along with men isn't what's truly important. The vital knowledge is how to get along with a man, one man.

One way to tell if you're really comfortable with a person is if you can be quiet together sometimes and not feel awkward. If you don't feel obligated to say something brilliant or funny or surprising or cool. You can just be together. You can just be .

Sexually active? Sexually active ? Patrick and I hadn't even learned the fine points of kissing yet! I marched on down. 'For your information,' I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention, 'I am about as sexually active as a bag of spinach, and if you want to keep me on the porch and not out in the park somewhere behind the bushes, you'll keep the stupid porch light off when I come home with a boy.

Perhaps that is what love is: the momentary or prolonged refusal to think of another person in terms of power.