Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““Here was someone who lacked for nothing. I couldn’t understand this feeling. I envied him.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
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“This is heaven.” And I wouldn’t hear him say another word for at least an hour. There was nothing I loved more in life… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
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“When had they separated us, you and me, Oliver? And why did I know it, and why didn't you?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
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