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  • #1
    Sophie Jordan
    “His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”
    Sophie Jordan, Firelight

  • #2
    Jodi Picoult
    “Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you - but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like a cartographer learning a country by heart?”
    Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls

  • #3
    Kami Garcia
    “She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren't holding hands, it felt like we were.
    Because what we had, we knew.”
    Kami Garcia, Beautiful Chaos

  • #4
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “... but I could also write about love. How a hand can silence thousands of voices and how someone’s smell can make you feel at home even though you’re a million miles away from
    home
    and have you ever hurt someone you love? Because you’re angry. Because you’re disappointed and sad and you just really wanted to love and be loved in return
    but life got in the way and you both said things that should never be said and you’re angry but don’t know how to. Because you still feel this strange love for him, but you’re also fucking angry and you want to hit him, but then hug him because hurting him is hurting yourself, and then hit him again because you’re angry! and so you fall on your knees because you’re hopeless to yourself and your own emotions
    and that’s love, my friend.”
    Charlotte Eriksson

  • #5
    N.R. Walker
    “His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate.”
    N.R. Walker, Spencer Cohen, Book Three

  • #6
    Keran Pantth Joshi
    “Holding hands in love is underrated, while sex is overrated. Don't you think so?”
    Kiran Joshi

  • #7
    Dante Alighieri
    “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #8
    Milan Kundera
    “Totalitarianism is not only hell, but all the dream of paradise-- the age-old dream of a world where everybody would live in harmony, united by a single common will and faith, without secrets from one another. Andre Breton, too, dreamed of this paradise when he talked about the glass house in which he longed to live. If totalitarianism did not exploit these archetypes, which are deep inside us all and rooted deep in all religions, it could never attract so many people, especially during the early phases of its existence. Once the dream of paradise starts to turn into reality, however, here and there people begin to crop up who stand in its way, and so the rulers of paradise must build a little gulag on the side of Eden. In the course of time this gulag grows ever bigger and more perfect, while the adjoining paradise gets even smaller and poorer.”
    Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

  • #9
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Doom is nigh. I am in acute distress, desperately trying to coax sleep, opening my eyes every few seconds to check their faded gleam, and imagining paradise as a place where a sleepless neighbor reads an endless book by the light of an eternal candle.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory

  • #10
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #11
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #12
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #13
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #14
    Oscar Wilde
    “You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #15
    Lana Del Rey
    “And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning.

    He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him and I loved him.

    I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

    And I still love him. I love him.”
    Lana Del Rey

  • #16
    Lana Del Rey
    “When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.”
    Lana Del Rey

  • #17
    Lana Del Rey
    “I was always an unusual girl.
    My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.”
    Lana Del Rey

  • #18
    Lana Del Rey
    “Who are you?
    Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?
    Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?
    I have. I am fucking crazy.
    But I am free.”
    Lana Del Rey

  • #19
    W. Somerset Maugham
    “Some of us look for the Way in opium and some in God, some of us in whiskey and some in love. It is all the same Way and it leads nowhither.”
    W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil

  • #20
    Adolfo Bioy Casares
    “His work seems to confirm my old axiom: it is useless to try to keep the whole body alive.”
    Adolfo Bioy Casares, The Invention of Morel

  • #21
    Neil Gaiman
    “What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
    'Cats don't have names,' it said.
    'No?' said Coraline.
    'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline



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