Quotes About Intimacy

I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oils on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me.

Ricorderò la tua piccola stanza, la sensazione di te, la luce nella finestra, i tuoi dischi, i tuoi libri, il nostro caffè al mattino, i nostri pomeriggi, le nostre notti, i nostri corpi attaccati, il piccolo flusso di energia, immediato e per sempre. Le tue gambe, le mie gambe, le tue braccia, le mie braccia, il tuo sorriso ed il tuo calore quando mi facevi ridere ancora.

Cuando la verdad de alguien es la misma que la tuya y parece que la está contando sólo para ti… eso es fantástico.

Scopare la mente di una donna è vizio da raffinati intenditori, tutti gli altri si accontentano del corpo.

A woman always wants to find the core, tame it, mold it; a wise man never shows the core to a woman. He just gives her a shot of light, shuts it off, becomes himself again.

tienes la muerte cerca igual que una amante, más cerca, la conoces como la palma de tu mano como esa mancha en la pared como el nombre de tu hija.

I think that when a woman has kept her legs closed for 35 years it's too late either for love or for poetry.

Uno se puede encariñar de muchas cosas aparte del sexo pero es mejor si el sexo está presente de alguna manera.

Charles - disse ela. - Vera - disse eu. - o que foi? - perguntou ela. - sou o maior poeta do mundo - disse-lhe eu. - morto ou vivo? - perguntou ela. - morto - disse eu, esticando o braço e agarrando um seio. - adorava espetar-te um bacalhau vivo pelo cu acima, Vera! - porquê? - sei lá. ela puxou para baixo o vestido. eu acabei o copo de uísque. - tu mijas da crica, nao mijas? - acho que sim. - enfim, é o problema das mulheres.

I remember when I was a kid I read this book by Hemingway. A guy climbed into bed with this woman again and again and he couldn't do it although he loved the woman and she loved him. My god, I thought, what a great book. All these centuries and nobody has written about this aspect of the thing. I thought the guy was just too blissfully dumb-ass to do it. Later on I read in the book that he'd had his genitals shot off in the war. What a let-down.

each woman fucked just a bit differently, and that's what kept a man going, that's what kept a man trapped.

It's not pleasant to die on the cross, it's much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in the dark.

She has saved me from everything that is not here.

They had known who she was all right. She glistened with sex. Even the roaches and the ants and the flies wanted to fuck her.

He'd ended up with the best piece of ass in town.

e então fomos pra cama e valeu... a PRIMEIRA vez. ela tinha me dito que era ninfo mas eu não acreditara. depois do terceiro ou quarto round comecei a acreditar. percebi que estava com problemas. todo homem acredita que pode domar uma ninfo mas isso só tem como resultado a sepultura – a do homem.

The arguments were always the same. I understood it too well now—that great lovers were always men of leisure. I fucked better as a bum than as a puncher of timeclocks.

but, baby, I love your money! you never once said you loved me! what do you want a liar or a lover?

Every personal story, every secret, every vulnerability you share with someone is a potential weapon that you're placing in that person's hand.

it's nearly impossible to convey our deepest passions yet damned easy to share what's dullest and worst about ourselves.

We are more intimately bound to one another by our kindred doubts than our brave conclusions.

And they did what lovers often do when they think the future stretches out endless before them as bright as on the noon of creation day: they talked ceaselessly of the past, as if each must be caught up on the other's previous doings before they can move forward paired.

I do know that however hard you try, you can't see the inside tangle of somebody else's love—or whatever uglier word applies—not deep enough to make sense of it.

loving somebody gets better the more you do it.