Quotes About Intimacy

And like a cat in winter at a fire She could not edge close enough To what singed her, and would burn her.

He gripped her hard so that life Should not drag her from that moment

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.

Oh, you can't describe someone you're in love with!

The name of a person you love is more than language.

I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love..

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day....

Don't you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

As for me, no one will ever love me. But you could get used to me, couldn't you, Jimmy?

We mustn't scream at each other, the walls in this house have ears...

Her eyes glistened as they met his. In the dim light of the night, they looked a dark, dark gray, and achingly sad. He could imagine the entire world there, in the depths of her gaze. Everything he needed to know, everything he might ever need to know—it was there, within her.

Good heavens, did every woman have this much trouble breathing when standing so close to a handsome man? "Ah, yes.

How marvelous it is to know another person so completely

He loved her. He didn't know how it had happened, only that it was true. It wasn't just that she was convenient. There had been lots of convenient women. Sophie was different. She made him laugh. She made him want to make her laugh. And when he was with her

Il n'y aura personne que j'aurai davantage envie de voir que vous. Aucune voix que j'aurai davantage envie d'entendre que la vôtre. Aucune pensée que j'aurai davantage envie d'explorer que la vôtre

When he kissed her, he tasted the promise of redemption.

He wanted Sarah Pleinsworth; dear Lord, he wanted her with everything that he was. He wanted to stand up with her before God and man, slide his ring onto her finger, and pledge his eternal devotion. He wanted to take her to bed and with his body show her everything that was in his heart, and he wanted to cherish her as she grew heavy with their child.

Their moments together would form a short poem and not a long and lusty novel...

And if my eyes dropped to your mouth, in what we all know is a universal signal that one is pondering a kiss, what would you do?

Y en aquel momento, supo que la amaba. Con cada pensamiento, con cada emoción, cada parte de su ser, le amaba.

I—" She shook her head. "Never mind." "What were you going to say?" "It"s nothing." He took both of her hands and tugged her toward him. "It"s not nothing," he murmured. "When it"s you, and when it"s me, it"s never nothing.

His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he's reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.