We belong together. We are part of each other, with nothing secret or hidden between us.
Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams
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We belong together. We are part of each other, with nothing secret or hidden between us.
Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams
'One secret,' she said. 'I will allow you the one. But no more. Ever. Not after this.'
Mary Balogh, from Thief of Dreams
From that moment on Hugo and I fell into a conversation the like of which I have never known. We rapidly told each other the complete story of our lives, wherein I at least achieved an unprecedented frankness.
Iris Murdoch, from Under the Net
He had felt closer to her on that occasion than he had ever felt to any human being. He wanted to hold her like that once more. Just for a few minutes.
Mary Balogh, from Snow Angel
Either way, her face glows with adoration and warmth and her eyes communicate in a blink an understanding of all the gestures I've ever made, all the thoughts I've ever had.
Mark Z. Danielewski, from House of Leaves
It never occurred to me that what had totally panicked me when he touched me was exacty what startles virgins on being touched for the first time by the person they desire: he stirs nerves in them they never knew existed and that produce far, far more disturbing pleasures than they are used to on their own.
Elio, Call Me by Your Name
On late afternoons, when there was nothing to do in the house, Mafalda would ask him to climb a ladder with a basket and pick those fruits that were almost blushing with shame, she said. He would joke in Italian, pick one out and ask, Is this one blushing with shame? No, she would say, this one is too young still, youth has no shame, shame comes with age.
André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name