Quote by Charles Baudelaire

“That man, especially when he slept, when his features were motionless, showed me my own face, my mask, the flawlessly pure image of my…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“And the intimate profundity of that look he gave me when he received his hurt remains to this day in my memory-like a claim…

— Joseph Conrad

“In the weak light of the lonely lamp, he held onto her, for a solid minute, his head buried in her neck as if…

— Kendall Grey

“His body was as powerful as ever, looking as strong and exciting and cut as it did in my fantasies. He owned me in…

— Cara McKenna

“I’ve come to know him well, and have discovered that shrouded behind his touchy and volatile exterior, there crouches a warm and considerate human…

— Karl Wiggins

“His soul's fabric was weaving itself with mine. I loved the frayed ends where it came unraveled, and I loved the strength at its…

— Jeri Smith-Ready

“[He] Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air, Then cleft the man's brow square between the temples Cutting his head in two…

— Virgil

“When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal…

— A.E. Housman

“His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his…

— Robin Hobb

“After he died, there was a deep calm to his face; he seemed a kind of unfathomable, still well which opened on and down…

— Mark Doty

“Flesh, bodies, nerves, legs… things were getting all mixed up in his mind. It seemed to be filled with flesh, cloyed with the sweetish…

— Humphrey Cobb

“He could have swept me into his arms, kissed my mouth in a fit of passion, and begged me to be his bride, and…

— Nicole Baart