Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““...in my world, a man who darns his own socks is not a man.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I try to put myself in another man’s shoes. Or a woman’s, if she has large enough feet.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“You can tell a lot about a man by his shoes, like if he’s barefoot or not.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“If I was aware I would have to tie laces I would not have been able to put my feet into socks.” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I put socks on first; a simple pleasure that requires more effort than shooting a man.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“I keep my socks in a filing cabinet, if that tells you what kind of lover I am.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“I don't like socks or shoes. I really don't like socks but I wear them in my house because I can slide on my… — Blake Lewis Copy Share Image
“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.” — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“I buy all my socks with holes in them. Otherwise, how would I get my feet in them?” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“He felt more human with his boots on. A man can face the world with something on his feet.” — Robert Harris Copy Share Image
“It’s the look two odd socks give when they recognise each other in the wild.” — Fiona Wood Copy Share Image
“They were the only kind he ever wore, primarily because they were all exactly alike and when he reached into the sock drawer, he… — Ross Thomas Copy Share Image
Don't all writers have a hidden nerve, call it a secret chamber, something irreducibly theirs, which stirs their prose and makes it tick and… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I wanted him to remember the morning on Monet's berm when I'd kissed him not the first but the second time and given him… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Rituals are how we step into our private field of dreams, a small Elysium all our own. Rituals are made not just for us,… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“I desperately wanted to give him something. By contrast, taking seemed so bland, so facile, so mechanical.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
Proust is interested in minutiae because life, as he sees it, is seldom ever about things but about our impression of things, not about… — Andre Aciman Copy Share Image
“Well, since you're not going to do anything with me—can you at least read me a story? I'd settle for that. I wanted him to read me a story. Something by Chekhov or Gogol or Katherine Mansfield. Take your clothes off, Oliver, and come into my bed, let me feel your skin, your hair against my flesh, your foot on… — André Aciman Copy Share
“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
“He loved the sticky taste. What had I done? I told him and pointed to the bruised evidence sitting on my desk. “Let me… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“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
“As we were swimming back, he asked as though it were an afterthought, “Are you going to hold last night against me?” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“To be with you. To be with you, Oliver. With or without my bathing suit. To be with you on my bed. In your… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
