Mary Renault Quotes

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

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.

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

How we need another soul to cling to.

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

Sometimes, an afternoon spent in bed with someone can be the most important thing in the universe.

Any time you have intimacy with someone, there is something between them.

You can give into a relationship and warmth and the arms of another person.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

I'd never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love.

I think my idea of a perfect romance is when two people really belong to each other.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

Dream after dream we all lie in each other's arms

We kiss again and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

What brings two people together anyway?

All I want is to preserve that wonderful something which so purely exists between us.