376 Quotes by André Aciman

So if it wasn’t fate, what brought you to the concert tonight?”. . . ...he said, “You.”“Me?”He nodded. “Yes, you.”“But you didn’t know you’d meet me.”“A meaningless detail. Fate works forward, backward, and crisscrosses sideways and couldn’t care less how we scan its purposes with our rickety little befores and afters.

A thought raced through my mind: Would my descendants know what was spoken on this very piazzetta today? Would anyone? Or would it dissolve into thin air, as I found part of me wishing it would? Would they know how close to the brink their fate stood on this day on this piazzetta? The thought amused me and gave me the necessary distance to face the remainder of this day.

You’re speaking volumes, my friend, and tonight we’re doing short poems only.

But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything – what a waste!

Nonsense. I wanted you from day one. I just hid it better.

It never occurred to me that if one word of him could make me so happy, another could just as easily crush me, that if I didn't want to be unhappy, I should learn to beware of such small joys as well.

Does it make any sense to you? Not to me.”“Maybe it did when you wrote it.

Find Cupid everywhere in Rome because we'd clipped one of his wings and he was forced to fly in circles.

I wanted to scream. When I'm with you, I feel I can take what others call my life and turns its face away from the wall. My entire life faces the wall except when I'm with you. I stare at my life and want to undo every mistake, every deceit, turn a new leaf, turn the table, turn the clock. I want to put a real face on my life, not the drab front I've been wearing since forever. So why can't I speak to you now?