Quotes About Intimacy

One kiss, and that was everything.

The most sovereign symptom of love is a tenderness that is, at times, almost unbearable.

He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.

one felt the sacred intimacy of the birds and the trees; by day the wings rejoice the leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings.

On a tant abusé du regard dans les romans d'amour qu'on a fini par le déconsidérer. C'est à peine si l'on ose dire maintenant que deux êtres se sont aimés parce qu'ils se sont regardés. C'est pourtant comme cela qu'on s'aime et uniquement comme cela. Le reste n'est que le reste, et vient après. Rien n'est plus réel que ces grandes secousses que deux âmes se donnent en échangeant cette étincelle.

On ne se connaît pas tant qu'on n'a pas bu ensemble.

To love someone is to make them transparent.

One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way.

Let your rain be your wife's tears. And let it never rain in your household.

Ah, s? fii culcat al?turi de ea în acelaÈ™i mormânt, mân? în mân?, È™i din când în când, în întuneric, s? ne mângâiem încet un deget. VeÈ™nicia mea s-ar mulÈ›umi cu atât.

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes - the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

She was so unlike the other women he'd slept with. Course, they were whores, mostly...

She was touching his body with her tongue, and he felt it there, but somehow what she was doing went deeper. As if that gentle, moist tongue of hers were flicking his heart as well.

Remember this, she thought. The way the light caught in his unruly hair, the love in his brown eyes, the chapped lips that had kissed her only an hour ago, in the darkness.

I love you," he said quietly. "I love you, too." The word felt too small, too ordinary to contain all of this emotion.

I do," she said quietly, stung by the sudden thought that without him, no one would know her that well.

She had read countless romantic novels in her life and she had dreamed of love forever; even so, she'd never known that a plain old double mattress could become a world unto itself, an oasis.

I think maybe 'in love' has the shelf life of whipping cream. No matter how you handle it, it goes sour. But if you're lucky, you get past 'in love' and end up just loving someone.

Sometime—she didn't know when—she closed her eyes and reached out, placing a hand in the hollow of his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. It was like resting her hand on the ocean in summer, when the tide was coming in.

And there it is: the core of everything. We're sisters. We know each other intimately. Our pasts, our secrets, our fears. It is a precious gift that we tried to throw away but can't really let go of.

We've lived weird lives," she said. "Maybe everyone does," he said, sitting down beside her, and then lying down, pulling her into his arms.

I don't know how romantic I am, but I only know one way to love...All the way. When I love, I risk my heart. All or nothing.

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.

He stood slowly and tool her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.