fuck yeah, literary quotes

She didn’t like to be talked about. Equally, she didn’t like not to be talked about, when the high-minded chatter rushed on as though she was not there. There was no pleasing her, in fact. She had the grace, even at eleven, to know there was no pleasing her. She thought a lot, analytically, about other people’s feelings, and had only just begun to realize that this was not usual, and not reciprocated.

Coherence and closure are deep human desires that are presently unfashionable. But they are always both frightening and enchantingly desirable.

He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

He knew her, he believed. He would teach her that she was not his possession, he would show her she was free, he would see her flash her wings.

The secret place
Where lovers meet
In long embrace
In purple dark
In silvered kiss
Forget the world
And grasp your bliss