114 Quotes About Call-me-by-your-name

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

What if my body—just my body, my heart—cried out for his? What to do then?What if at night I wouldn't be able to live with myself unless I had him by me, inside me? What then?

What I didn’t realize was that wanting to test desire is nothing more than a ruse to get what we want without admitting that we want it.

Fire like fear, like panic, like one more minute of this and I'll die if he doesn't knock at my door, but I'd sooner he never knock than knock now.

He kissed me on the mouth, but it wasn't the kiss after the Pasquino, when he'd pressed me hard against the wall on via Santa Maria dell' Anima. I recognized the taste instantly. I'd never realized how much I liked it or how long I'd missed it. One more thing to log on that checklist of things I'd miss before losing him for good.

Was our intimacy paid for in the wrong currency? Or is intimacy the desired product no matter where you find it, how you acquire it, what you pay for it, black market, grey market, taxed, untaxed, under the table, over the counter.

I looked at him: I want one more kiss. I should, could, have seized him.By the next morning, things became officially chilly.

No, she would say, this one is too young still, youth has no shame, shame comes with age.

How I admired people who talked about their vices as though they were distant relatives they'd learn to put up with because they couldn't quite disown them.