Bruce Springsteen Quotes

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

Intimacy can be about holding someone's hand. It could be about stroking their hair.

Look your significant other in the eyes, make that connection.

Every one of us, no matter how damaged or abnormal or shut down, we're all looking for love. Every person needs love in this world, but our views on what love is vary enormously.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.

This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can't live without love. That life has very little meaning without love.

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

They say I want power. All I want is a little love.

Love is the substance of human survival.

I have a lot of people in my life, and I think there's something key: the thing that leads to intimacy and relationship and connection is tenderness.

There are many doors to the heart.

Humans need to touch each other. We need to look at each other… We are human creatures, meant to be linked… So, yes, it's a gift for me to be able to look at somebody that I know or don't know, that I love or maybe not love, and to be able to connect.

The Scarecrow needed a brain, the Tin Man needed a heart, and the other dude needed courage. I need love. You feel me?

Love is a universal thing that everyone understands. Love, like death, is the only thing that binds humanity.

Just tolerate my little fist tugging on your forest chest

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or good-bye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you knew. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.

Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.

Love is reaching out to try to get to the other person.