Quotes About Intimacy

She desired her own body, newly discovered, intimate and alien beyond all others, incomparably exciting.

Es que hasta la alegría que produce la presencia del hombre a quien se ama se siente mejor a solas. Si la presencia fuera de el continua, sólo estaría presente en su constante transcurrir. Detenerla sólo es posible en los ratos de soledad

Now he too tried hard to think of something else (it was the only thing they had in common), so as to be able to go on making love to her.

The mediation of a woman is capable of imposing on hatred certain qualities characteristic of affection, for example curiosity, carnal interest, the urge to cross the threshold of intimacy.

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).

No se puede medir el afecto mutuo de dos seres humanos por el número de palabras que intercambian

What people keep secret is the most common, the most ordinary, the most prevalent thing, the same thing everybody has: the body and its needs, its maladies, its manias - constipation, for instance, or menstruation. We ashamedly conceal these intimate matters not because they are so personal but because, on the contrary, they are so lamentably impersonal.

El amor no se manifiesta con el deseo de acostarse con alguien... Sino con el deseo de dormir junto a alguien.

Only her husband had kept asking her questions, because love is a continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

Tomas se disait: coucher avec une femme et dormir avec elle, voilà deux passions non seulement différentes mais presque contradictoires. L'amour ne se manifeste pas par le désir de faire l'amour (ce désir s'applique à une innombrable mutitude de femmes) mais par le désir du sommeil partagé (ce désir-là ne concerne qu'une seule femme).

The situation is very slightly solemn and thus embarrassing, as are all such situations when after the initial lovemaking, the lovers confront a future they are suddenly required to take on.

when it's a question of wahre Liebe, true love, the beloved hardly matters.

O amor não se manisfesta pelo desejo de fazer amor ( esse se aplica a uma multidão), mas pelo desejo do sono compartilhado ( esse desejo diz respeito a um só).

Los cuerpos desnudos y mojados de las mujeres se empujaban impacientes para ver de cerca la muerte, para verla en una cara familiar, conocida.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything, Sabina thought.

The only person who had ever really interrogated her was her husband, and that was because love is a constant interrogation.

Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to demand-free and asking but his company.

Smrt ima dva vida: ona je nebivanje, ali i strašna stvarna okolnost leša. [...] Biti leš, to je nepodnošljiva uvreda. Još prije nekoliko sekundi biti ljudsko bi?e koje je branilo svoj stid, posve?enost golotinje i intimitet, a zatim tek sekunda smrti da bi naše tijelo odjednom bilo na raspolaganju bilo kome, da ga se može razgolititi, razrezati, pregledavati mu utrobu gadljivo za?epljena nosa zbog njezinog smrada, gurnuti u hladnjak ili u vatru.

L'erotismo è come il ballo: c'è sempre uno che conduce l'altro.

el acto del amor físico es un instante de absoluta intimidad en el que el mundo que nos rodea se convierte en un desierto interminable en medio del cual se aprietan uno contra otro dos cuerpos solitarios

Holding her tightly in his arms and feeling her body tremble, he thought he could not endure his love.

When he asked her why she was so silent, she told him she had not been satisfied with their lovemaking. She said he had made love to her like an intellectual.

Never had she let herself go in this way with another body, and never had another body let itself go with her in this way. Her lover could play with her belly, but he had never lived in there; he could touch her breast, but he never drunk from it.

He yearned for one long embrace with Sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with that orgiastic thunder of music. And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep.