Quotes About Intimacy

my words are love which willfully parades in its room, refusing to move.

You are the sick prince of my cerise innovations and in your drowning caresses I walk the sea

I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world

Take my big clear eyes into your heart, and then pump my big clear eyes through your bloodstream, and! stick my big clear eyes on your feet

It's a summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

I walked back into the bedroom and, after all that, I actually was surprised. She lay on the bed, her hands nonchalantly behind her head, with the banana between her legs. Only half of it was alfresco. It was if we'd had sex and then, before heading for the bathroom, I'd bookmarked her vagina so as not to lose my place.

Sometimes I think we keep secrets for the wrong reasons. If we could instead find that right person to talk to we might find that talking about an embarrassing story or admitting our frailty might lead to a more authentic relationship with others or ourselves.

I don't feel like I have to conform when I'm with you.

MORITZ: Melchior, do you agree that a human being's sense of shame is just a product of his education? MELCHIOR: It seems to me it must be deeply rooted in human nature. Imagine you had to undress completely in front of your best friend. You'd only do it if he did it at the same time.

We laughed a lot and I grew warmer still, lovely and warm. I do realize that some of that warmth was due to the wine, but there was much more to it than that. There are two distinct aspects to Communion wine: one aspect is the wine itself, the other is the idea of communion. Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.

I turned my peeled-apple face to him. I'd make myself look at him. I owed him that. His touch lingered on my neck as though he'd left a handprint of melted light.

The reality is that we are bodies born from other bodies, bodies feeding other bodies, bodies having sex with other bodies, bodies seeking a shoulder to lean or cry on, bodies traveling long distances to be close to other bodies, and on.

I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

It is not uncommon in the church for us to urge each other to witness to our faith and sometimes we do so as though it were easy to do. It is not. Our faith is so profoundly intimate and important that we draw our breath in pain to tell the story of our faith in God. And to find the appropriate word to speak even to a receptive mind is difficult. Especially if the opportunity that presents itself comes as a total surprise.

We get so wrapped up in numbers in our society. The most important thing is that we are able to be one-to-one, you and I with each other at the moment. If we can be present to the moment with the person that we happen to be with, that's what's important.

Until his arrival I had been without a friend. There wasn't one boy in my class who I believed could live up to my romantic ideal of friendship, not one whom I really admired, for whom I would have been willing to die and who could have understood my demand for complete trust, loyalty and self-sacrifice.

I can't remember much of what Konradin said to me that day or what I said to him. All I know is that we walked up and down for an hour, like two young lovers, still nervous, still afraid of each other; but somehow I knew that this was only a beginning and that from now on my life would no longer be empty and dull but full of hope and richness for us both.

For half an hour I kept up the pretence, but I knew perfectly well that he knew what was going on in me, or he would not have kept off the subject of the greatest importance to us both; the evening of the day before.

Sólo hay dos cosas que relajan de verdad. Reír y hacer el amor. No estamos haciendo ni lo uno ni lo otro. –Lo sospechaba. –¿Y dormir? –preguntó Veyrenc–. ¿No relaja? –No, teniente, dormir descansa. No es lo mismo.

Otkrivam da vjernost kad si zaljubljen prestaje biti žrtva. Zaljubljen se ?ovjek prepoznaje po tome što je vjeran, a da to nije namjerno i da se time ne razme?e. Ljubav je ta caka koja vjernost ?ini prirodnom.

Folks want to hear the real stuff - how those boys felt during their training, the girls they had, what they let out when they were drunk, how they felt on the last day…. The human stuff!

This book is handwritten because, in its way, it is a love letter, and love letters should not be typeset by compositors or computers.

My heart to you is given: Oh, do give yours to me; We'll lock them up together, And throw away the key.

There are people who never pass a certain point in their emotional development. They cannot live a normal free-and-easy, give-and-take life with a sexual partner for more than a short time. Something inside them will not tolerate happiness. The better it gets, the more they have to destroy it.