1 I wanted a complete intimacy, and I didn't get it.
2 No, the intimacy was deeper, more personal than that.
3 it perfects the intimacy, said Clifford, uneasy as a woman in such talk.
4 It killed, he said to himself, the real flower of the intimacy between him and her.
5 I've never met the man yet who was capable of intimacy with a woman, giving himself up to her.
6 Connie hated these rather stifling intimacies between women, intimacy into which Hilda always entered ponderously.
7 Connie hated these rather stifling intimacies between women, intimacy into which Hilda always entered ponderously.
8 But for all that, it was evident that when he was with her his voice dropped to an easy rhythm of intimacy, almost a trifle vulgar.
9 And if after the roused intimacy of these vivid and soul-enlightened discussions the sex thing became more or less inevitable, then let it.
10 The miners' cottages, blackened, stood flush on the pavement, with that intimacy and smallness of colliers' dwellings over a hundred years old.
11 Their marriage, their integrated life based on a habit of intimacy, that he talked about: there were days when it all became utterly blank and nothing.
12 But her love was somehow only an excursion from her marriage with Clifford; the long, slow habit of intimacy, formed through years of suffering and patience.
13 The fine flower of their intimacy was to her rather like an orchid, a bulb stuck parasitic on her tree of life, and producing, to her eyes, a rather shabby flower.
14 So, in the silent intimacy of the night, they sat, or she sat and he lay on the bed, with the reading-lamp shedding its solitary light on them, she almost gone in sleep, he almost gone in a sort of fear, and they played, played together--then they had a cup of coffee and a biscuit together, hardly speaking, in the silence of night, but being a reassurance to one another.