Citaten uit “Call Me By Your Name” van Andre Aciman

Anna Reztsova
Anna Reztsovaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
Just be quiet, say nothing, and if you can’t say “yes,” don’t say “no,” say “later.” Is this why people say “maybe” when they mean “yes,” but hope you’ll think it’s “no” when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?
Lola Herzog
Lola Herzogciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
Is this why people say “maybe” when they mean “yes,” but hope you’ll think it’s “no” when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?
b7492764861
b7492764861citeerde uit2 jaar geleden
his eyes, which, when their other, kinder gaze fell on you, came like the miracle of the Resurrection. You could never stare long enough but needed to keep staring to find out why you couldn’t.

❤️

Paige Gardner
Paige Gardnerciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.
Sergey Zabornikov
Sergey Zabornikovciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!”
rottenbeauty
rottenbeautyciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
Let summer never end, let him never go away, let the music on perpetual replay play forever, I’m asking for very little, and I swear I’ll ask for nothing more.
Андрей Путарев
Андрей Путаревciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.
Graciela Chapa
Graciela Chapaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
I was giving him every chance to put two and two together and come up with a number bigger than infinity.
Anastasiya Loginova
Anastasiya Loginovaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
“Later!” The word, the voice, the attitude.
Gael
Gaelciteerde uit3 jaar geleden
so that the very person who causes our torment by daybreak is the same who’ll relieve it at night?
Sofia Kurtz
Sofia Kurtzciteerde uitvorig jaar
I hated it once I was there and loved it as soon as I left.
chuwen
chuwenciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.
bookmatey13
bookmatey13citeerde uit2 jaar geleden
How is it that some people go through hell trying to get close to you, while you haven’t the haziest notion and don’t even give them a thought when two weeks go by and you haven’t so much as exchanged a single word between you
Carlo Rabe
Carlo Rabeciteerde uitvorig jaar
We are not written for one instrument alone; I am not, neither are you.
Monika Rizka
Monika Rizkaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
all I really wanted was skin, just skin.
Kinbarii Mishima
Kinbarii Mishimaciteerde uit5 maanden geleden
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll imagine all sorts of things—and I’ll just feel terrible.”
Hekia
Hekiaciteerde uit5 maanden geleden
What did one do around here?

Nothing. Wait for summer to end.

What did one do in the winter, then?

I smiled at the answer I was about to give. He got the gist and said, “Don’t tell me: wait for summer to come, right?”
ᴺᴼᴵᴿ
ᴺᴼᴵᴿciteerde uit6 maanden geleden
I’d never heard anyone use “later” to say goodbye before.
sidneyking03
sidneyking03citeerde uitvorig jaar
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.
Yana Yu
Yana Yuciteerde uitvorig jaar
This was the sum of everything I’d been in my life—and more: who I am when I sing and stir-fry vegetables for my family and friends on Sunday afternoons; who I am when I wake up on freezing nights and want nothing more than to throw on a sweater, rush to my desk, and write about the person I know no one knows I am; who I am when I crave to be naked with another naked body, or when I crave to be alone in the world; who I am when every part of me seems miles and centuries apart and each swears it bears my name.
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