Hannah Kelly

“Jack fulfilled every inch of every requirement expected of him. Taking the lead when August got weak, handing it back when his own knees buckled. Hitting against each other back and forth until Newton's cradle turned into Huygens's pendulum and they finally moved as one.
After that thought, all at once, like a horrible cacophony of sound, the voice that lived behind his teeth whispered:
This is the love of your life.”
― K. Ancrum, The Legend of the Golden Raven

“I plan to learn enough to read you like a book.
I plan to give this book to you and know you'll read it,
so our minds may meet across these pages,
in the colorful country of another writer's language,
where we can flourish in the knowledge that we are learning how to speak to one another;
and so our mouths will know what to do when they finally come together.”
― Sylvia Brownrigg, Pages for You

“Next to it on the wall was a framed postcard of Monet's berm. I recognized it immediately.

'It used to be mine, but you've owned it far, far longer than I have.' We belonged to each other, but had lived so far apart that we belonged to others now. Squatters, and only squatters, were the true claimants to our lives.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“I was going to walk him outside the hotel lobby and then stand and watch him go. Any moment now we were going to say goodbye. Suddenly part of my life was going to be taken away from me now and would never be given back.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name