Quotes About Closeness

Will and I had been to each other, the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again.

Marriage is all about knowing the ins and outs and the intimate details, and your wife is supposed to be the person you know best. But my brother and I think alike, know everything about one another, and when we get together, we block everything else out. Nothing exists in our world except for us.

Standing close to each other, intimately close, blind to anyone else, their world reduced for the moment to this self-enclosed space of anger and resentment and shame.

On the hop from Manchester to New York, she and Bill settled into adjoining seats at the front of the jet. They fell asleep, her head on his shoulder and his head propped against hers.

Yes, she would have been partial to men, perhaps she might even have confined herself to one man in particular, if only she had been able to find one who shared her view that intimacy between two people was of value irrespective of whether it led to sticky conflux.

He was very close to me. Our hands stayed on the windowsill like they were glued there. All at once he stepped back. "In the meantime," he said, "there are ghosts to foil and lives to save. But right now it's a lovely evening, and I'm going for a stroll. That was the other thing I wanted, to see if you'd come with me." He adjusted his collar. "It's the first outing for my new coat. What do you think of it?

I thought you and he had been hand-and-glove.

This is what we had become, after the first symbiotic year of our living together: a couple who needed another couple to be around.

I want you to stay. I never want there to be a time when we don't share space.

Sibling relationships — and 80 percent of Americans have at least one — outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.

The trouble with cousins, Lizabeth thought, was that they knew all about you, even your allergies.

I love you, Sandstorm," Firestar put in. "You'll never be second-best for me. My love for you belongs here and now, in the life we share—and it will last for all the moons to come, I promise.

There is a need for closeness, yet we can't get too close. The teacher-pupil relationship is a kind of tightrope to be walked. I know how carefully I must choose a word, a gesture. I understand the delicate balance between friendliness and familiarity, dignity and aloofness.

That was what marriage was: the ultimate knowledge of each other, with no need to preen or to pretend. Even its irritations came from closeness.

I never could get close enough to you. In the months we were together, all I wanted was to love you more, to become part of you.

I want you by my side not only for red carpet events, but for the nights when we're both exhausted from a long day on set and fall into bed, too tired to do anything but hold hands and fall asleep. I want to kiss the sugar off your lips while you're eating sweets for breakfast. And I want you there to drag into the shower with me to make up for not having the energy to make love to you the night before.

It was close enough that I could sometimes walk home for lunch.

A reflection of an exact image is the closest thing to you-so that you can see it-but it's far enough away so that you really understand it. There is real life in this movie, but it hovers just an inch above reality.

I don't for a second regret my closeness to them because they were wonderful, golden parents who gave me so much confidence.

What people respond to is intimacy and regularity.

Sometimes you're a little too close for comfort, and I think anybody can relate to that, whether you're in college or just moving out on your own.

Because everyone grows up together in my small hometown, everyone knows everyone else. And there are such large extended families that a lot of people are related to each other.

Harrisburg, it's small, man, but it's like a big family. Everybody knows each other, kind of, because in some way or another, they're related. There's a lot of talent, a lot of support.

My off-camera friendship with Brock Lesnar has always been different than my off-camera friendship with CM Punk. But I could not tell you that I am closer to either one of them or either one of them is closer to me. It's just a different relationship.