Quotes About Intimacy

Sex comes to most of us with a twist.

He did not touch her but enjoyed the particular intimate pain of the tension between them.

There's no point in talking it over. It would only make things worse. There's nothing to say. I just love you. That's all of it. That's half of it, said Ducane. Possibly over dinner I might tell you the other half.

Their hands touched, their knees touched. They were both trembling.

I want you to be able to see me, and as my love for you is so much of me (all of me, making me more than myself) then you must see that too.

What dangerous machines letters are. Perhaps it is as well that they are going out of fashion. A letter can be endlessly reread and reinterpreted, it stirs imagination and fantasy, it persists, it is red-hot evidence. It was a long time since I had received anything resembling a love letter.

It's not so easy. What isn't? To establish relationships, you can't just elect people, it can't be done by thinking and willing.

I hate solitude, but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.

How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?

He could feel the pain of her heart beating strongly against his own.

He simply would not have married anybody whom he loved in that rather simple mediocre sort of way.

Perhaps the crime was that of letting himself be loved so much more than he loved.

His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.

There was as much emotion generated between them now as if they had been lovers.

Today we will read love poetry. You shall read aloud to me and we will weep together.

Our relationship in fact was never idle. It was obvious that we constantly thought about each other.

Understanding was out of the question; and indeed how passionately, just then, I did not want to be understood.

To find someone — oh yes — that is the problem. To have mutual love, that is so difficult indeed.

What are you thinking, my love, my darling?' 'About you. I was wondering if you could make me happy. It would be fearfully difficult.' 'I'm fearfully clever, and I love you fearfully much.

Ludens thought, why can't I do that, why can't I just ask a woman to hold my hand, why can't I ask Franca to!

He wanted to take her in his arms, he wanted to be utterly revealed to her, he wanted her to understand.

But my wants are huge, my desires are rapacious, I want love, I want the splendour and violence of love, and I want it now, I want someone of my own.

To find a person inexhaustible is simply the definition of love.

And oh, when we still used to sleep together, lying awake at night and finding one's only consolation in imagining in detail how one would go downstairs and find a hatchet and smash one's partners head in and mash it into a bloody pudding on the pillow!