Elizabeth Gilbert Quotes

My girlfriend asked me if I only love her for her body. I said no, baby. Just parts of it.

I'll date one day if I find someone that I want to let into my life enough.

Even with my wife, I find sharing soup is hard.

My only hope to receive love is to let you see who I am, then I may believe you.

I don't want to discuss my breasts with the whole world!

I've really never written about my relationships, or things like that. I wouldn't want to divulge things that were too private.

I don't like talking about my relationships.

The girls I dated liked or disliked me, whether I weighed 140 or 150; and six-pack abs had no relevance on their love or repulsion.

I'm not good at opening up with people.

I find it really hard to be close to anybody.

I cannot just blindly love someone.

There is no better way to get to know someone than to have an affair ... it can save years of lunches.

It’s hard to feel desire when you don’t feel desirable

And she's feeling like her worth is between her legs.

Remember, intimacy increases with honesty. Share less to keep people away and more to draw them closer.

I say, 'I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick.' Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, 'It's late for that, Puck.

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

It was less humiliating to admit crying because of your feet than because - because somebody had been amusing himself with you and your friends had forgotten you, and other people patronised you.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

I love being free enough that I can be so intimate with people, and that people are free enough that we can all be intimate with each other!

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasn’t sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us.

We want to be in open, loving communion with each other and our greatest fear is intimacy. That it won't work and we'll be rejected.

Here I am not the one to throw out. No one steals my warmth and shoes because I am small. No one handles my backside. No one whinnies like sheep or goat because I drop in fear and weakness. No one screams at the sight of me. No one watches my body for how it is unseemly. With you my body is pleasure is safe is belonging. I can never not have you have me.

I had a very easy time loving an audience. But when it's one-on-one with somebody, all I wanted to do was run away, because maybe they're going to want something from me I can't give, or they're going to hurt me.

I feel vulnerable sometimes - when I see an emotional scene, for example - and I remember what it took to get to that place, and I fear sometimes that everybody else can see that. You bare a part of you that makes you uncomfortable. I freely give it, I know, but I feel like people know something about me that I wouldn't otherwise give freely to a stranger.