Quotes About Intimacy

He was like a bright, warm light over everything in her life. She felt lit up, turned on. There was no one better to talk to about games. Yes, she loved him, but she also liked him. She liked herself when she was with him.

Because we never say anything real to each other. We play games, and we talk about games, and we talk about making games, and we don't know each other at all." He was about to tell her that that was bullshit, that no two people had ever shared more of their lives together. That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.

The problem with meeting new people is not that you might not like them, but that you will like them too much.

Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand from memory.

They had become instant best friends in the way people can in their twenties.

It's more than romantic. It's better than romance. It's friendship." Sam laughed. "Who cares about romance anyway?

Maybe the sex wouldn't have been exceptional, but it wouldn't have mattered. Because the other things they had were finer than sex. Because he loved Sadie. It was one of only a handful of things that he knew to be a constant about himself. The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing.

It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Zweisamkeit' is the feeling of being alone even when you're with other people.

I devour, and I am devoured," Marx said. "After Dov, I think I'm through with devouring," Sadie said. "I understand why you'd say that, but I also don't think you should give up on the devouring yet." Marx growled at her and pretended to bite her, and then he kissed her on the cheek.

I had thought the way I felt about Will was just a room, but it had turned out to be a mansion. He had turned out to be a mansion.

He put his head in the crook of her shoulder; the freight was in proportion to the groove.

I am here with you, his body seemed to say, but I acknowledge that we are separate beings.

No," Sam said. "We've never…It's more than romantic. It's better than romance. It's friendship.

he was a boy, and also a windowless and doorless tower. She had never found his entrances. She had never kissed him except on the cheek or the forehead. She had, in fourteen years, only intentionally touched him a handful of times, and he had always seemed uncomfortable when she did. And in the end, she had decided she preferred being his creative partner to being his lover.

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can. It is the dog putting its mouth around your hand and never biting down. To play requires trust and love. Many years later, as Sam would controversially say in an interview with the gaming website Kotaku, "There is no more intimate act than play

To allow yourself to play with another person is no small risk. It means allowing yourself to be open, to be exposed, to be hurt. It is the human equivalent of the dog rolling on its back—I know you won't hurt me, even though you can.

Marx loved college theater. It wasn't so much being on stage that he loved, but the productions themselves. He loved the intimacy of being in a tight group of people who had come together, miraculously, for a brief period in time, for the purpose of making art. He mourned every time a production was over, and he rejoiced when he was cast in a new one.

have found that the most intimate relationships allow for a great deal of privacy within them.

Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.

I have found that the most intimate relationships allow for a great deal of privacy within them.

Daedalus, I have found that the most intimate relationships allow for a great deal of privacy within them.

I love having sex with you," she says. "If you're a vegetable when this is done, can I still have sex with you?" she asks. "Sure," A.J. says. "And you won't think less of me?" "No." He pauses. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the turn this conversation has taken," he says.

A nostalgia for something that had never been? An envy at their intimacy? She wondered what it would have been like if Sam had been her lover.