Quotes About Intimacy

And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.

Love doesn't attack; it infiltrates.

You can call it love, or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing.

I find it really awkward to do a scene where I'm supposed to seem like I'm in love.

Love is just around the corner Any cozy little corner Love is just around the corner When I'm around you

Love can't mature in one room. It has to come out of the full sharing of everything: joys, aspirations, downfalls, all of it. That's the only real path to love.

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you.

Wanting others to love you, you give away your heart. Wanting others to see you, you give away your eyes.

I've slept with men that are unavailable, I've fallen in love with people I don't know.

Love in its early stages rarely maintains a level, it always seems to be growing or diminishing.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

Snow Flower was my old same for life. I had a greater and deeper love for her than I could ever feel for a person who was my husband.

I have this old worn-out, skintight T-shirt that I love. That's sexy.

What is love, if it can calculate and provide against its own decay?

Love based upon indulgence of animal passion, is at best a selfish affair, and likely to snap under the slightest strain.

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

We love each other, that's true whatever it means, but we aren't good at it; for some it's a talent, for others only an addiction.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Romance is one of the sacred temples that dot the landscape of life.

We tend to lack humility toward love, to patronize it rather than bow before it, to put mundane considerations before the emotional need to hold someone in our arms.

Love is a context, not a behavior.