Something I found from A. S. Byatt's The Whispering Woman. The fourth book in the Frederica Potter series. Frederica waiting for her lover and thinking about their relationship and how it would end and thinking that there comes a moment like this in all relationships, when one starts wondering about the end. But this only comes later; for the first few weeks, months, years, all she thought about when she thought of him were his hands and eyes and lips and their bodies moving together. 'People like us, who think too much, are always so grateful, so glad, at least at first, to be overcome by thoughts of lips and eyes and hands.'