Quote by André Aciman Download Open image ““Elio: Are you sory I came? Oliver: I'd holt you and kiss you if I could.”” — André Aciman ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.3 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Oliver: I knew I was making you uncomfortable, but I just had to make sure. Elio: So you knew all this time? Oliver: Let's… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. And it was the most Oliver kiss. His hands cupping my face gently to draw me to him, and his lips… — Alexis Hall Copy Share Image
“Oliver: Do you have any idea how glad I am that we slept together? Elio:I don't know. Oliver: It would be just like you… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“He didn’t say anything. He just kissed me. And with his tongue in my mouth and the reason unspoken between us, Oliver traded his… — Santino Hassell Copy Share Image
“I’d hold you and kiss you if I could.” “Me too.” I came up to his ear as he was just about to enter… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“What then, Oliver?” Strong, sure hands slid up my back and squeezed my shoulders. He kissed the back of my neck. “I stop pretending… — Santino Hassell Copy Share Image
“She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake. Claire about Oliver ” — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
“Whatever happens between us, Elio, I just want you to know. Don’t ever say you didn’t know.” He was still chewing. In the heat… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“You’re mine,” Jack repeated, dusting kisses along Oliver’s jaw. “I’ve tried being without you, and it’s not any good, Oliver.” “It really isn’t,” Oliver… — Cat Sebastian Copy Share Image
“Smile, and the world smiles back. “Oliver, I’m happy,” I said. He looked at me in wonderment. “You’re just horny.” “No, happy.” — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“His lips inches away and it was driving me crazy. He was so close. I begged him to move just an inch more and… — Anna Davis Copy Share Image
“As I sat there working on transcriptions at my round table in the morning, what I would have settled for was not his friendship,… — André Aciman 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… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“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
