Intimate Communication Quotes

I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

If we consider men and women generally, and apart from their professions or occupations, there is only one situation I can think of in which they almost pull themselves up by their bootstraps, making an effort to read better than they usually do. When they are in love and are reading a love letter, they read for all they are worth.

Pillow talk is the strongest conversation on the planet.

Saying "muff" to someone and trying to be romantic is incredibly difficult.

Romance was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes.

For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.

Don't stint on foreplay - or afterplay. Be inventive!

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

I have no trouble understanding Democrats. I sleep with one every night.

And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.

'Letters From Home' is a story inspired by my grandparents' epistolary courtship.

Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.

The only really interesting thing is what happens between two people in a room.

Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.

For a knowledge of intimacy, localization in the spaces of our intimacy is more urgent than determination of dates.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.

You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

Did you ever read a love-letter that wasn't an evidence of idiocy - except your own?

The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.

It is certainly very hard to write about sex in English without making it unattractive.