Intimacy Quotes

You shall not come nearer a man by getting into his house.

We should not talk about our friends: otherwise we will talk away the feeling of friendship.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

Money is of value for what it buys, and in love it buys time, place, intimacy, comfort, and a private corner alone.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

The act of love is a confession.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

Absolutely nothing was happening in my marriage. I nicknamed my waterbed, Lake Placid!

I wanna hold your gland.

One of the nice things about having a lover, it makes you think about everything anew. The rest of your life becomes a kind of movie, flat and even rather funny.

You know it's love when you want to keep holding hands even after you're sweaty.

Take two bodies and you twirl them into one, their hearts and their bones, and they won't come undone.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

It could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. He had time to learn every detail of her hand.

What are you thinking of so earnestly?" said he, as they walked back to the ballroom; "not of your partner, I hope, for, by that shake of the head, your meditations are not satisfactory." Catherine coloured, and said, "I was not thinking of anything." That is artful and deep, to be sure; but I had rather be told at once that you will not tell me." Well then, I will not." Thank you; for now we shall soon be acquainted, as I am authorized to tease you on this subject whenever we meet, and nothing in the world advances intimacy so much.

But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

I just don't like to get intimate. I don't want anyone to know what I feel and what I think, and if they can't get some kind of an idea of what sort of person I am through my music, then that's too bad.

... love is banality to all outsiders.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

I know, although when looks meetI tremble to the bone,The more I leave the door unlatchedThe sooner love is gone.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

The most precious gift that marriage gave me was the constant impact of something very close and intimate, yet all the time unmistakably other, resistant - in a word, real.

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. ... My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known - no wonder, then, that I return the love.