28 Quotes About Oliver-and-elio

I could spend the rest of my life like this: with him, at night, in Rome, my eyes totally shut, one leg coiled around his. I thought of coming back here in the weeks or months to come—for this was our spot.

The picture would remind Oliver of the morning when I first spoke out. Or of the day when we rode by the berm pretending not to notice it. Or of that day we'd decided to picnic there and had vowed not to touch each other, the better to enjoy lying in bed together the same afternoon. I wanted him to have the picture before his eyes for all time, his whole life, in front of his desk, of his bed, everywhere. Nail it everywhere you go, I thought.

I hadn’t a hope left. And maybe I stared back because there wasn’t a thing to lose now. I stared back with the all-knowing, I-dare-you-to-kiss-me gaze of someone who both challenges and flees with one and the same gesture.

We were too close, I thought, I'd never been so close to him except in a dream or when he cupped his hand to light my cigarette. If he brought his ear any closer he'd hear my heart. I'd seen it written in novels but never believed it until now.

Perhaps all this gave him a second wind of silliness, of youth.Perhaps he had already been 'there' years earlier and was stopping for a short stay on his return journey home.Perhaps he was playing along, watching me.Perhaps he had never done it with anyone and I'd showed up in the nick of time.

We stood there for a few seconds where my father and I had spoken of Oliver once. Now he and I were speaking of my father. Tomorrow, I'll think back on this moment and let the ghosts of their absence maunder in the twilit hour of the day.

You never did forgive me, did you?''Forgive? There was nothing to forgive. If anything, I'm grateful for everything. I remember good things only.'I had heard people say this in movies. They seemed to believe it.

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?

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.