To those who have lived long together, everything heard and everything seen recalls some pleasure communicated, some benefit conferred, some petty quarrel or some slight endearment. Esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities newly discovered may embroider a day or a week, but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven with the texture of life.
This is the point being missed by readers who lament Liquor's lack of hot sex scenes, probably because they aren't old enough to understand that a passionate relationship could be about anything other than sex.
Friendship is the highest degree of perfection in society.
Friendship is the perfection of love, and superior to love; it is love purified, exalted, proved by experience and a consent of minds. Love, Madam, may, and love does, often stop short of friendship.
Love, yes. Word known to all men.
You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.
Now and forever, I'll remember all the promises still unbroken and think about all the words between us that never needed to be spoken.
Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it’s difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there’s nothing else you could ever want.
If I were proud of anything in my life, it would be of our love. I feel we have to tell to each other as many things as we can, so we are not only lovers, but the closest of friends at the same time.
My wife, Gayle, is a wonderful musician and singer. We share music, so it's a deep bond.
You don't even have to ask twice, you could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice.
I don't think you can define love.
He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.
Friendship, peculiar boon of Heaven, The noble mind's delight and pride, To men and angels only given, To all the lower world denied.
I did not know it then, but Frida had already become the most important fact in my life. And would continue to be, up to the moment she died, 27 years later.
Our greatest longing is to be intimate.
I've struck up a tremendous intimacy with Conte Alberto, and we literally can't live without each other. He is the first object my eyes greet in the morning, and the last at night.
All intimacy is rare-that's what makes it precious.
"And what would humans be without love?" Rare, said Death.
Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.
Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the possibility of love, this place would just devour us.
I view my wife as my lover, and we have a bond that goes beyond words like wife or girlfriend or mother.
Intimacy is extremely important to me and I want it to be extremely important to the readers.
Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes.
Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
