Quotes About Closeness

We came to realize how little married couples see of each other once they crawl in the bourgeois box.

My family and I are so close, it's important to have a close knit relationship and to make time to spend with each other, especially at the holidays.

Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

All of living is nothing but a fervid attempt to move closer together.

Baby-carrying means your hearts are close together. It's a very intense and beautiful way to bond with your baby, very intimate. It's also easier than a stroller.

In war as in love, to bring matters to a close, you must get close together.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

Laughing together is as close as you can get to a hug without touching.

I find myself decidedly breathless when I am so close to you.

She could not bear the thought of missing a single minute this evening in which she might be either looking at him or at least feeling his presence.

I am so glad I was with you. I am sure no one else would understand. They would have been impatient with me . . . You understand how I feel.

There was a sweet, seductive feeling of comfort and closeness, with no unease at all.

But good-byes are hard to say . . . when a friendship is a very close one.

They seemed very much alone together in the room.

And that is something else you do . . . You joke a great deal about yourself so that no one can get close to really knowing you.

This late-adolescent camaraderie gave their time at Meadow a fraught emotional quality that was like the shimmering fullness of a bead of water before it falls. They were all about to scatter and become different from one another, and this made them exult in their closeness and alikeness.

It was a closely held family

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

How sometimes everything closes up, a painted fan, landscapes and moments flowing together until the sense of distance— say, between Clapp's Pond and me— vanishes, edges slide together like the feathers of a wing, everything touches everything.

Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing. ... Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another. Soon now, I'll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe Ill be singing.

climbed in behind him. Crammed together

It includes moving towards or leaning closer to you. For

Proximity doesn't breed familiarity.