Quotes About Intimacy

There were complications, there were questions; but they were so much more together than they were anything else.

But it was as if I had been looking at him for years and had known him always.

There was something between them. There was everything.

Ah, be mine as I'm yours!

The element of the unnamed and untouched became, between us, greater than any other.

His long looks were the thing in the world she could never have enough of. What she felt was that, whatever might happen, she must keep them, must make them most completely her possession.

She had to take from him again, on this, one of his long looks, and she took it to its deepest, its headiest dregs.

It's you who draw me out. I exist in you. Not in others.

May Bartram smiled. "I don't pretend it exactly shows that I'm not living for you. It's my intimacy with you that's in question." He laughed as he saw what she meant. "Yes, but since, as you say, I'm only, so far as people make out, ordinary, you're—aren't you? no more than ordinary either. You help me to pass for a man like another. So if I am, as I understand you, you're not compromised. Is that it?

I love you as I've never loved you.

I do nothing for any one in the world but you. But for you I'll do anything. Good, good, said Kate. That's how I like you. He waited again an instant. Then you swear to it? To 'it'? To what? Why, that you do 'like' me. For it's only for that, you know, that I'm letting you do—well, God knows what with me.

Recibí su beso y, mientras lo estrechaba un momento entre mis brazos, tuve que hacer el más enorme esfuerzo para no llorar.

There were immensities between you.

The whole past is between them.

Wasn't that what women always said they wanted to do when they deprecated the addresses of gentlemen they couldn't more intimately go on with? It was what they, no doubt, sincerely fancied they could make of men of whom they couldn't make husbands.

He was gathering everything up, everything he should tell her.

The mere sense of his grasp in her own covered the ground of loss just as much as the ground of gain. His presence was like an object brought so close to her face that she couldn't see round its edges

We've had, as it seems to me, such quite beautiful days together that I hope it won't come to you too much as a shock when I ask if you think you could regard me with any satisfaction as a husband.

A personal relation was a relation only so long as people either perfectly understood or, better still, didn't care if they didn't.

A man in trouble must be possessed somehow of a woman," she said; "if she doesn't come in one way she comes in another.

Well," said little Bilham, "you're not a person to whom it's easy to tell things you don't want to know.

They once more, in spite of this vagueness, exchanged a look—a look that was perhaps the longest yet.

he had never been alone with a jeune fille. It was a great moment; poor Rosier began to pat his forehead again. There was another room beyond the one in which they stood—a small room that had been thrown open and lighted, but that, the company not being numerous, had remained empty all the evening. It was empty yet; it was upholstered in pale yellow; there were several lamps; through the open door it looked the very temple of authorised love.

She knew even intimate things about him that he hadn't yet told her and perhaps never would. He wasn't unaware that he had told her rather remarkably many for the time, but these were not the real ones. Some of the real ones, however, precisely, were what she knew.