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Love Quotes by Andre Aciman

51 Love quotes by Andre Aciman

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Andre Aciman describes love through tiny physical details, like the skin of a hand or the way feet align on a shore, leaving matching footprints. He also writes that love spares no one from loving, that tender moments can be as intense as a fire, and that chaste love occurs far more often than adultery.

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“If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I’m with you.”

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Chaste love happens all the time, far more frequently than adultery.

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“Se l’amore implied, If this is love, then…”

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“Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving, Francesca’s words in the Inferno.”

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“We love only once in our lives, my father had said, sometimes too early, sometimes too late; the other times are always…

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“Soon she'd spot the bruise behind the inflection. I blamed her for not seeing the bruise so I wouldn't be blamed for…

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“Find Cupid everywhere in Rome because we'd clipped one of his wings and he was forced to fly in circles.”

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“If he knew, if he only knew that I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come…

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An exile reads change the way he reads time, memory, self, love, fear, beauty: in the key of loss.

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“Amor ch’a null’amato amar perdona. Love, which exempts no one who’s loved from loving, Francesca”

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I like to read the paper online. And I love email. And I love nothing better than to be interrupted.

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“I wish I knew how to calibrate my kiss the way he did but passion allows us to hide more.”

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“Looking at him now from the balustrade, I felt something so tender for him that it reminded me how eagerly I had…

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“I did not want passion, I did not want pleasure. Perhaps I didn’t even want proof. And I did not want words,…

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“I can, from the distance of years now, still think I’m hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in…

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“No, there’d been another time yet. In my sleep, when he came into my bedroom and lay on top of me, and…

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“Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me…

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“To think that I had almost fallen for the skin of his hands, his chest, his feet that had never touched a…

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“expatriation, like love, is not only a condition that devastates and reconfigures the self; it is, like love, a trope, a figure…

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“Perhaps the very least I wanted was for him to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I was…

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“A thought raced through my mind: Would my descendants know what was spoken on this very piazzetta today? Would anyone? Or would…

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“They are embossed on every song that was a hit that summer, in every novel I read during and after his stay,…

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Many critics speak about coming-of-age love, about initiation, about young libido, and so forth. I've never seen it only this way. We…

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“There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be…

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“I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.' I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and…

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“Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me…

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“And yes, there was such a luster in his eyes that I had to look away, and when I looked back at…

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“we’ll speak about two young men who found much happiness for a few weeks and lived the remainder of their lives dipping…

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“I remembered the scene in the Bible when Jacob asks Rachel for water and on hearing her speak the words that were…

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“I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the orle of paradise, the whole place,…

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“But I had heeded the warning, and as is said of juries who have heard inadmissible evidence before it is stricken from…

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“And yet, about two weeks after his arrival, all I wanted every night was for him to leave his room, not via…

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“We got into the car. It was my first time. The car was spotless and I liked its smell, the smell of…

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“I look back on those days and regret none of it, not the risks, not the shame, not the total lack of…

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Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

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“Later that evening in my diary, I wrote: I was exagerrating when I said I thought you hated the piece. What I…

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There is always going to be a risk in a new love, a difficulty to be overcome, and more so considering all…

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“Oliver was Oliver,' I said, as if that summed things up. 'Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi,' my father added,…

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“The look on his face became like the tiny snapshot of a beloved that soldiers take with them to the battlefield, not…

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“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the…

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“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me…

“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?”

“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?”

“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your…

“I thought I could ever want another living soul, gently, softly, and, with the kindness one Jew extends to another, work his way into…

“Oliver: But there's the catch: you're still twenty years younger than those gathered around you, which is why I can be twenty-four in a…

I cannot write if there is a sense of plenitude. I have to hypothesize that there is a loss.