Quotes About Intimacy

Il lui disait l'aimer malgré les changements de son corps, et elle aurait pu en conclure que son amour était profond; mais elle y vit surtout une preuve d'indifférence.

how could the act of kissing be gratuitous for her while it was inestimable for him? Yes, priceless. That kiss was everywhere in him, storming his body.

Pouvait-on autant aimer une femme ? Une femme dans toute la force de sa fragilité

Love always involves not just saying yes to someone but also saying no to self. The life of love is a life of death to the kingdom of self.

What God wants is simply our presence, even if it feels like a waste of potentially productive time. That is what friends do together—they waste time with each other. Simply being together is enough without expecting to "get something" from the interaction. It should be no different with God.

Every one of her foxey ways was now so absolutely precious to him that I believe that if he had known for certain she was dead, and had thoughts of marrying a second time, he would never have been happy with a woman. No, indeed, he would have been more tempted to get himself a tame fox, and would have counted that as good a marriage as he could make.

Sex and love are inseparable, like life and consciousness. —D. H. LAWRENCE

He craved Mildred's body and he couldn't do without it, and that was the one and only reason he went on living with her.

She breathes as if he had held her hand and helped her jump over the chasm of that scar.

How could she be feeling the very same streams that rushed around within him? She thought, as they overflowed and lapped inside her too. She had never felt the inside of another person this way.

And he, in his way, talked with her about everything, and shared with her everything, he thought would not be too painful for her, even though she was gladly willing to pay the pain levy, which was sometimes unbearable, only so that he would not for a moment stop the flow of his talk with her, so he would not filter or protect her or think twice.

she poured herself into him wordlessly. Unable to stop, she emptied her very core into him, and yelled and sobbed and laughed and promised and begged, and explained why and why not, and why they must and why they couldn't, and why there was no life without and how everything is always ripped in the same place and how she curses the moment and is resurrected over and over again endlessly.

When it came to her, he didn't do any accounting. He really did love her.

Amore è il fatto che tu sei per me il coltello con cui frugo dentro me stesso". -------- Non si può guarire solo con le parole. Ammalarsi sì. Probabilmente non è molto difficile. Ma consolare? Far riviere? Per questo occorre vedere degli occhi di fonte a sè, toccare delle labbra, delle mani, un corpo che si ribella e strepita contro le tue idee infantili di astrattezza "pura". Cosa c'è di puro? Cosa c'è di puro in me ora?

From the minute I saw you with the match in your hand I thought I could tell you anything on my mind. You'd be my model, but for words.

More than anything, more than anything she had with him, she missed the language they had invented, the likes of which she had never had nor would again. The thoughts and ideas he had birthed in her, his golden touch, and the words that erupted from her and became sparks of light to him.

E' una legge non scritta: chi vuole starmi vicino deve assumersi la responsabilità della mia anima.

voglio che tu sappia tutto di me, voglio che tu mi conosca nella mia nudità, nei miei piccoli calcoli e nelle mie ansie meschine, nella mia stupidità, nelle mie vergogne e nella mia infamia.

Dopo aver fatto l'amore, dormiremo abbracciati. La tua schiena contro il mio ventre. E io stringerò le dita dei piedi attorno alle tue caviglie, come delle mollette, perché tu non possa volar via la notte. Saremo come un'immagine in un libro di scienze: un frutto tagliato a metà, tu la buccia e io il torsolo.

In this brutal world of incessantly exploding sound effects, pubescent song lyrics and banal advertisements appealing to the lowest common denominator, the trick is to take refuge with the very small band of survivors who savor words like chocolates.

Guggenbühl-Craig, A. (1977) Marriage: Dead or Alive. Dallas: Spring Publications.

My whole working philosophy is that the only stable happiness for mankind is that it shall live married in blessed union to woman-kind - intimacy, physical and psychical between a man and his wife. I wish to add that my state of bliss is by no means perfect.

Making love" denoted the manufacture of something that would need to be maintained.

Most of us knew things that we didn't even want to confess to ourselves, so we took those secrets with us like condoms, stuffed in wallets, that would never be used.