things i highlighted in andre aciman’s “find me”
“That’s it. We’ll walk Via Margutta for me, then Via Belsiana for him - old loves in both our cases.” pg 9
“They don’t serve wine where I’m headed, my love, white or red, or even rose.” pg 39
“So there may be no such thing as real life. Only clumsy, ordinary, day-to-day stuff - is this what you think?” pg 43
“None of us may want to claim to live life in two parallel lanes but all have many lives, one tucked beneath or right alongside the other. Some lives wait their turn because they haven’t been lived at all, while others die before they’ve lived out their time, and some are waiting to be relived because they haven’t been lived enough.” pg 45
“Because death, contrary to what everyone tells you, is not a part of life. Death is God’s great blunder, and sunset and dawn are how he blushes for shame and asks our forgiveness each and every day.” pg 46
“Oddly, he can’t decide whether he is saddened because his father never got to see him, or because he himself never got to know his father, or because he is standing before the tombstone of someone who feels more like a dead son than a dead father.” pg 48
“I did not usually take sugar, but was touched by her gesture and served myself a teaspoon. Then I wondered why I’d done it when I could so easily have said no.” pg 51
“Some people may be brokenhearted not because they’ve been hurt but because they’ve never found someone who mattered enough to hurt them.” pg 54
“Everything in my life was merely a prologue until now, merely delay, merely pastime, merely waste of time until I came to know you.” pg 82
“My son had told me once about Rome by night.” pg 94
“You’re oxygen to me, and I’ve been living off methane.” pg 107
“Love is easy, it’s the courage to love and to trust that matters, and not all of us have both.” 113
“But above it all was always your courage I envied, how you trusted your love for music and later your love for Oliver.” pg 113
“I can be alone or with people, with you for instance, but I am always with him.” pg 115
“You die and then no one speaks of you, and before you know it, no one asks, no one tells, no one even knows or wants to know. You’re extinct, you never lived, never loved. Time never casts shadows and memory doesn’t drop ashes.” pg 208
after pg 208 i stopped highlighting lol
