favorite quotes

• the song of achilles
  • ⤹ "The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again"
  • ⤹ “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
• toda poesia
  • ⤹ “Escrevo. E pronto. Escrevo porque preciso, preciso porque estou tonto. Ninguém tem nada com isso. Escrevo porque amanhece e as estrelas lá no céu lembram letras no papel, quando o poema me anoitece. A aranha tece teias. O peixe beija e morde o que vê. Eu escrevo apenas. Tem que ter por quê?”
• aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe
  • ⤹ "I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand."
  • ⤹ "The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain."
  • ⤹ "I love swimming," he said again. He was quiet for a little while. And then he said, "I love swimming—and you." I didn't say anything. "Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most."
• red white and royal blue
  • ⤹ "Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some."
  • ⤹ "That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose."
  • ⤹ "Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?"