Jordan

“That moment in my body when the teacher put his hand on my knee to comfort me was the understanding of all of that--that in order to be attractive, irresistible, to be worthy of notice, was to be both beautiful and in open need, to be damaged.”
― Alisson Wood, Being Lolita

“He reached for her, his big hand cupping her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair, scattering hairpins, threatening the quick work she’d done to put it to rights earlier. She didn’t care. Let them fall. Let them rust in the soil to be found two hundred years from now.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“He has a sense of waiting for something. But what?”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Sea of Tranquility

“I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.”
― Pablo Neruda, Love Poems