Quotes about Intimacy
The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Again at eight o'clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were five deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the theater district, I felt a sinking in my heart. Forms leaned together in the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes, and lighted cigarettes outlined unintelligible gestures inside. Imagining that I, too, was hurrying toward gayety and sharing their intimate excitement, I wished them well.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
She had been kissed once and made love to six times.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Cloaked by the erotic darkness she exhausted the future quickly, with all the eventualities that might lead up to a kiss, but with the kiss itself as blurred as a kiss in pictures.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He stared at her, and the impression of her beauty grew until, uncommitted by a word, by even a formal introduction, he felt himself going out toward her, watching the turn of her lips and the shifting of her cheeks when she smiled.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
It's rotten that every bit of real love in the world is ninety-nine percent passion and one little soupcon of jealousy
— F Scott Fitzgerald
She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Mental prayer in my opinion is nothing else than an intimate sharing between friends; it means taking time frequently to be alone with Him who we know loves us. The important thing is not to think much but to love much and so do that which best stirs you to love. Love is not great delight but desire to please God in everything.
— Teresa of Avila