Quotes About Intimacy

Hacer el amor con una mujer y dormir con una mujer son dos pasiones no sólo distintas sino casi contradictorias. El amor no se manifiesta en el deseo de acostarse con alguien (este deseo se produce en relación con una cantidad innumerable de mujeres), sino en el deseo de dormir junto a alguien (este deseo se produce en relación con una única mujer).

Tenderness is the attempt to create a tiny artificial space in which it is mutually agreed that each will treat the other like a child.

Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the words they used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

Love is poetry, poetry is love

He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. He pressed her to him. She understood that he loved her and this suddenly filled her with sadness. She felt sad that he loved her so much, and she felt like crying.

Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is a dangerous as the situation in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary. This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blood, the lascivious proximity of two soldiers who, eye to eye, bayonet each other.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange

He suddenly felt dismayed at how little he had seen of her the last two years; he had so few opportunities to press her hands in his to stop them from trembling.

Darkness attracted him as much as light. He knew that these days turning out the light before making love was considered laughable, and so he always left a small lamp burning over the bed. At the momemnt he penetrated sabina, however, he closed his eyes. The pleasure suffusing his body called for darkness. The darkness was pure, perfect, thoughtless, vision less; that darkness was without end, without borders; that darkness was the infinite we each carry within us.

If it were possible to raise the penis by means of a simple command, then sexual excitement would have no place in the world.

he tried to design his life in such a way that no woman could move in with a suitcase

And I loved her so much I couldn't conceive of ever parting from her; true, we never talked about marriage, but at least was asbolutely serious about marrying her one day

Fare l'amore con una donna e dormire con una donna sono due passioni non solo diverse, ma quasi opposte. L'amore non si manifesta col desiderio di fare l'amore (desiderio che si applica a una quantità infinita di donne) ma col desiderio di dormire insieme (desiderio che si applica a un' unica donna).

Ni jedna ljubav ne može preživjeti u šutnji.

You must admit: it's not easy to live with people willing to send you to exile or death, it's not easy to become intimate with them, its not easy to love them.

Elisabeth, can't you imagine that you could love someone so terribly that just because of it you couldn't go to bed with him?

I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.

There was not a scrap of tangible evidence to show that he had spent the most wonderful year of his life with her. Which only increased his desire to remain faithful to her.

she had experienced something beautiful, and he had failed to experience it with her. The two ways in which their memories reacted to the evening storm sharply delimit love and non-love.

AÅŸk? ölçmek, s?namak, denemek ve kurtarmak için aÅŸka yönelttiÄŸimiz bütün bu sorular belki de her ÅŸeyin yan?s?ra aÅŸk? k?saltmaya da yar?yor. Belki de sevemememizin nedeni çok sevmek istememiz, yani kar??m?zdaki kiÅŸiden hiçbir istekte bulunmaks?z?n, ondan onunla birlikte olmaktan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey istemeksizin kendimizi ona verecek yerde ondan bir ÅŸey (aÅŸk) talep etmemizdir.

The only explanation I can suggest is that for Franz, love was not an extension of public life but its antithesis. It meant a longing to put himself in the mercy of his partner. He who gives himself up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.

Fare l'amore con una donna e dormire con una donna sono due passioni non solo diverse, ma quasi opposte. L'amore non si manifesta con il desiderio di fare l'amore [...] ma col desiderio di dormire insieme.

love doesn't make itself felt in the desire for copulation ( a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman)