Quotes about Intimacy

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.

I don't. I don't want anybody else to touch you. I'm silly. I get furious if they touch you.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

Where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go.

Did I know him? Did I love him? You ask me that? I knew him like you know nobody in the world, and I loved him like you love God.

We ate well and cheaply and we drank well and cheaply and we slept well and warm together and loved each other.

And we'll never love anyone else but each other.

But when we sit together, close, said Bernard, we melt into each other with phrases.

Everybody had his arms on everybody else's shoulders, and they were all singing. Mike was sitting at the table with several men in their shirt-sleeves, eating from a bowl of tuna fish, chopped onions and vinegar. They were all drinking wine and mopping up the oil and vinegar with pieces of bread. "Hello, Jake. Hello!" Mike called. "Come here. I want you to meet my friends. We are all having an hors d'œuvre.

Oh, darling," she said. "You will be good to me, won't you?" What the hell, I thought. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. She was crying. "You will, won't you?" She looked up at me. "Because we're going to have a strange life.

I put my arm around her and felt our hearts beating through our sweaters and I brought my right hand up and felt her neck smooth and the hair thick against it under my fingers that were shaking.