Quotes About Intimacy

I put down my phone... Hugged her from behind… Kissed the back of her neck... Our fingers entwined… Bliss…

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

Ooo la la! That kiss was fine, and it was full of all the words I didn't need to say.

I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.

Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.

He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn.

Intimacy makes you feel unique. Intimacy makes you feel as though you have been singled out, that someone in the world believes you have special qualities that nobody else has.

...intimacy isn't something men talk about. They may talk about politics, literature, stocks, or sports, depending on the man, but about their love lives they keep silent, even to their dying breath.

Terrifying, that the loss of intimacy with one person results in the freezing over of the world, and the loss of oneself.

Hearts are connected by the slenderest of threads.

What is the hardest, but best thing in life? Love <3

Jane, you are my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. You are everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, you are mine.

How can anyone love someone who is less than a full person, unless love itself is domination per se?

Love is about filling up the space, not making more holes.

I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.

I like your voice the most in this world.

But he just stared at my eyes, as if searching for a stray eyelash. A free wish.

He imagined them sitting somewhere, just enjoying each other's company, her head on his chest, his arm around her. And he realized how desperately lonely he had become.

What we call love is the desire to awaken and to keep awake in another's body heart and mind the responsibility of flattering in our place the self of which we are not very certain.

Love lives on propinquity but dies on contact.

There is one who kisses and the other who offers a cheek.

In the act of loving someone you arm them against you.

The reason why lovers and their mistresses never tire of being together is that they are always talking of themselves.

Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter.