Quotes about Intimacy

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.

I can't say how every time I ever put my arms around you I felt that I was home.

How are you? You old love-house of always.

Oh, I love you so. Please put your hand there again. It's not been away. I turned her so I could see her face when I kissed her and I saw that her eyes were shut. I kissed both her shut eyes. I thought she was probably a little crazy. It was all right if she was. I did not care what I was getting into.