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“Tell me that you’re happy with your life that you don’t crave my touch, my kisses, the way I used to whisper in your ear. Tell me that when you see me, your heart doesn’t race, that butterflies don’t flutter in your stomach, that the moment you see me, your world isn’t right. Because every time I see you, everything is right in my world. I crave you, I need you, and I’ll die proving to you that I’m a man that deserves you. When things went to hell for me, you were the only thing that kept me alive. Your memory kept me sane and has driven me to become a man. This time, Julia, I’m not letting you walk away and I’ll fight for us. Even if I have to fight for the both of us, I’ll fight till my dying breath to show you I deserve you.”

“His voice was reassuring and calm, his expression soft, his eyes brighter than ever. Oh Ahura Mazda, she’d never wanted any man so intently in all her life. She ached to have him touch her, kiss her, taste her. And Ivar did as she wished. He put her hand to his nose to smell her skin, kissed her inner wrist to taste her, his lips lingered over her racing pulse. Finally, it was confirmed in actions and direct words, spoken aloud and repeated seven times… She felt the rush of desire ripping through her body, an intense sensation of warmth upon her skin, the blissful waves of uneasiness swamped through her, tingling her nerves.”

“I . . . I want you know it’s okay to hurt, though. Just not in front of Kiernan. Being strong for someone when you’re falling apart inside is one of the hardest things there is. Believe me, I know. It’s not fair to put this on you, and I’m sorry. If you ever need to talk, or cry, or wail on something with a baseball bat, come find me. Any time. Call me in the middle of the night when it really hits you, because it will. I’ll be there for you. I promise. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

“Dès l’instant où la porte s’ouvrit, je me tendis. J’eus l’étrange sensation que l’air se modifiait et le silence éloquent de mon visiteur me fit hausser les sourcils. Allons bon, il me faisait la gueule ? — Si tu ne voulais pas me parler en venant ici, va jouer au muet ailleurs. Le ricanement grave qui emplit l’espace me fit sursauter. Je savais à présent que ce n’était pas Rafayel, mais un homme à qui je n’aurais jamais pensé adresser la parole, qui se tenait à quelques pas de moi. — Yphaëlle, tu es toujours aussi aimable quand tu t’adresses à une personne pour la première fois ? Je haussai les sourcils face à cette voix grave qui s’était enroulée autour de mon prénom. — Toujours, répondis-je en me retournant vers lui. Et tu débarques toujours à moitié vêtu dans la chambre d’une inconnue ? Il me fit un sourire malicieux qui creusa des fossettes dont je ne soupçonnais pas l’existence. — Toujours. À la bonne heure, un comique. Je détaillai l’homme, bien plus grand et mieux bâti que Rafayel et dont la peau était légèrement basanée, qui me faisait face et je croisais les bras. Il ne portait que l’ample pantalon en tissu noir qui montrait son appartenance à ma caste, laissant ainsi son ventre plat et bien sculpté à qui voudrait regarder.”

“He knew how often I needed to travel to be sane, what my favorite places were, which seat I would choose in a restaurant, which songs I listened to depending on my mood, how I looked when I was hungry, how much sugar I would like in my coffee, what hurt me and what would fix it, when I craved a hug and how tight should that be, how to make out my mood from my voice and how fast my heart would beat if I was asked to address a gathering of five hundred people.”

“Next morning, Emma had more of unusual impressions, from the nightdream she saw before the moment she woke up: The girl flew inside some darkness, feeling really tired; soon, she decided to have a nap laying onto… some Galaxy! She was herself as big as the Universe… Or was it she the part of that macrocosm? Then, Emma jumped down from the space, landing in… her bedroom where she used to fall asleep… and there she noticed her cousin Billy who was entering the room, accidentally touching Clifford’s brown scarf that hung on the moose antlers (which really were there, nailed to the wall and serving as hangers)… The scarves fall down… and she wakes up. Emily closed her eyes again, scrolling her memories about how it felt—to rest on the top of the Galaxy. “Who are we people, in all that global greatness of the space? …Considering things in the ecumenical measure, we are the microbes of the Universe,” the girl discoursed her thoughts.”

“Who of us, humans, at least once a lifetime, didn’t deeply fall into contemplation, standing in the darkness of such eventides beneath the constellations that are hiding different wyes and planets still hardly visible or reachable for our eyes and minds? How many chances are there that in one or few of those unknown worlds, some mighty civilizations had contrived the ways to see through the past time and billions of light-years? If this is the case, they’d also be able to descry the stories happening on the Earth… like the one narrated in this novel.”

“(...) Eu queria que ele agisse? Ou eu preferia uma vida de desejo não realizado desde que seguíssemos com esse joguinho de pingue-e-pongue: não saber, saber, não saber, saber? Fique quieto, não diga nada, e se não puder dizer "sim", não diga "não", diga "depois". É por isso que as pessoas dizem "talvez" quando querem dizer "sim", mas esperam que você pense que é "não" quando o que realmente querem dizer é Por favor, pergunte de novo, e depois mais uma vez?”

“(...) comecei a me perguntar o que todo aquele papo sobre São Clemente tinha a ver conosco - como nos movemos no tempo, como o tempo se move através de nós, como mudamos e seguimos mudando e voltamos a ser os mesmos. É possível até mesmo envelhecer e não aprender nada a respeito disso. Essa era a lição do poeta, imagino. Daqui a mais ou enos um mês, quando eu voltar a Roma, ter estado aqui com Oliver esta noite parecerá totalmente irreal, como se tivesse acontecido com uma versão completamente diferente. E o desejo nascido três anos antes, quando o garoto de recados se ofereceu para me levar a um cinema barato famoso pelo que acontecia lá dentro, não me parecia menos realizado dali a três meses do que fora três anos antes. Veio. Foi. Nada mais tinha mudado. Eu não tinha mudado. O mundo não tinha mudado. Ainda assim, nada seria igual. Tudo que nos resta é o sonho e a estranha recordação.”

“Nell turned to the stretcher, took a deep breath, and peered down at the unconscious war hero. Immediately, a painful hollow feeling grew inside her, and her heart swelled with emotions from a time gone by. Even with the thick bandage across his eyes, she recognised this man. It was Jack Montgomery. Her pulse boomed as she paled with sickness. She gripped her wedding ring nervously, twisting it around and around.”

“You still lost, Marj. You still got hurt. And losing and hurting are what I don’t want.” Her sister held her stare. “Do you honestly think you’re not losing and hurting now, as you speak?” She didn’t have an answer to that. She didn’t need to. Her heart was busy shattering into pieces. Why was that? She got out before she was even in, didn’t she? She should be congratulating herself for being spared of the certainty of heartbreak and tears. Why was she feeling like a huge part of herself was gone, replaced by a bottomless hole where regret and longing suddenly took up residence, and where questions like ‘if you were only brave enough’ and ‘what if things turn out differently than you expected’ echoed endlessly within its walls?”

“You don’t get it just like you don’t get yourself. Sometimes the simple beauty of a woman is more powerful than anything. It doesn’t need to be a massive painting, it doesn’t need to be filled with a lot of things going on in the canvas space, and it doesn’t need a lot of fancy art techniques. It’s just her. Her beauty. Her in her raw form with those intangible attributes that drove men crazy. Those intangible qualities that could topple kings. Those made Leonardo paint her. Those are still bringing people here to look at her and ponder over. It’s real love. An unfiltered and non-romanticized version. It’s real because it doesn’t need to be anything more. Just like you don’t need to be anything more. You’ve got those intangible qualities to bring millions of people to visit a museum to see you every year. You in your raw form have that power. People don’t forget someone like that. They’re etched into your bones and molded into your core.”