Intimate Connection Quotes

There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

There are some things which a man never speaks of, which are much finer kept silent about. To the highest communications we only lend a silent ear.

All my songs mean something to me.

Love that has been given to you is too sacred a thing to be talked of to anyone ... except just to the person who is like part of you and who will feel it as you do.

Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .

When a man's making love, the last thing he thinks about is war.

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

What could equal the bliss? / The thrill of the first kiss / It'll blow right to you / It's never as good as the first time.

Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.

Kiss me with your eyes.

Romance isn't in my repertoire, Eva. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you.

When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.

The eyes start love; intimacy perfects 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.