Intimacy Quotes

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

Two may talk and one may hear, but three cannot take part in a conversation of the most sincere and searching sort.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

You know the real me," she said, stopping to peer up at him. "More than anyone else.

A moment later, he plopped down on the sand beside her, and when they accidentally touched, Gabby had the briefest flash of them sitting together just like this on a hundred different weekends in the future.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

A man's kiss is his signature.

But no matter what was going on in our lives, I could imagine lying beside her in bed at the end of the day, holding her while we talked and laughed, lost in each other's arms

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

Do you not know how bashful friendship is? Friends - comrades - do not look at each other. Friendship would be ashamed.

I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.

Be drunk with Love, for Love is all that exists. Where is intimacy found if not in the give and take of Love.

To eat together is one of the greatest promoters of intimacy. It is the satisfaction in common of a material necessity of existence, and if you seek a loftier meaning in it, it is a communion.

Nothing was happening in the bedroom. I nicknamed our waterbed the Dead Sea.

Most people settle for connection, because love's too scary. They don't want to lose that feeling, that super high is too crushing so they settle for the comfort of connection.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

The tide of my loveHas risen so high let me floodoverYou.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

When I sit down to write, which is the essential moment in my life, I am completely alone. Whenever I write a book, I accumulate a lot of documentation. That background material is the most intimate part of my private life. It's a little embarrassing - like being seen in your underwear It's like the way magicians never tell others how they make a dove come out of a hat.

We've got to fight against bigness. If a school gets too large, you lose an intimacy with the students; they begin to feel they're just part of a big complex. I don't think you can create too well in a big plant. That's why I always tried to avoid bigness in the studio.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,One woman would another wed.

I've always wanted male friends that I could be real intimate with and talk about important things with and be as affectionate with that person as I would be with a girl.

To pay compliments to the one we love is the first method of caressing, a demi-audacity venturing. A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

You know the way people begin to look like their dogs? Well, we're beginning to look like each other.

Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Speak low, if you speak love.

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

... you can never be sure of what has passed between husband and wife or lover and mistress.

When love is accompanied with deep intimacy, it raises us to the highest level of human experience. In this exalted space, we can surrender our egos, become vulnerable and know levels of joy and well-being unique among life experiences. We attain a glimpse of the rapture that can be ours. Boundaries are blurred, there are no limitations and we rejoice in union. We become one and, at the same time, both.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

Connection and love: We all want it. Most people settle for connection because love's too scary.

Making love, she'd always believed, was more than simply a pleasurable act between two people. It encompassed all that a couple was supposed to share: trust & commitement, hopes & dreams, a promise to make it through whatever the future might bring. The greater the love; the greater the tragedy when it is over

Among austere men intimacy involves shame--and is something precious.

for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

It was their secret, a secret meant for just the two of them, and she'd never been able to imagine how it would sound coming from someone else. But, somehow, Logan made it sound just right.

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

Intimacy is a difficult art.

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else!

She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.

Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Eating is so intimate. It's very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you're inviting a person into your life.

The best way to hold a man is in your arms.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

My beloved grows right out of my own heart. How much more union can there be.

Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.

There are some things which a man never speaks of, which are much finer kept silent about. To the highest communications we only lend a silent ear.

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.

He wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no clothes on, making love when they chose, talking of what they chose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying there and listening to peaceful sounds outside. Surely there could never have been a time when that seemed ordinary?