The Birth of Venus
"She stands upon the edge of the great gleaming shell which has carried her, tilting it down with her weight as she leans forward to step ashore. Her figure, tall, slender, and quite central in the picture, feels the wind and light about it, but not shrinkingly. It floats and moves, yet without consciousness of movement, as it were a somnambulist moving across the sea. The pearly luminous quality of this living ethereal body, the heavy golden tresses of the long hair that hangs heavily against the wind, which with one hand she holds, while she lays the other dreamily on her breast, these are in the most perfect harmony with that flower-like immortal wistfulness which Sandro has put into her face."
Sayfa 30 - Part III: The Last Decades
I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.
Sayfa 248 - ElioKitabı okudu
And if he happened to pass by at the very moment I was muttering things I wouldn't have dared speak to my own face in the mirror, I wouldn't have cared, wouldn't have minded—let him know, let him see, let him pass judgement too if he wants—just don't tell the world—even if you're the world for me right now, even if in your eyes stands a horrified, scornful world. That steely look of yours, Oliver, I'd rather die than face it once I've told you.
Sayfa 63 - ElioKitabı okudu
Chapter Seventeen
“I’m sorry.” His face darkened with sincerity. “I know I didn’t have a right to talk about you like a trophy to be won from your father. And I’m sorry for warning Mr. Hobson to keep his son away from you.” He smiled tightly. “I would say I did that for your benefit, but really, I did it for me.” His eyes fell on my chest. “I don’t do well with competition.”
eheheh Penn, neden bu kadar hoşsun?
“I guess everyone knows,” I said. I splashed my face, hoping my skin would cool.
“One of the first-years came in from the stairwell and basically announced it to the room.”
“I really hate first-years.” I shut the faucet off, then closed the toilet lid and sat on it.
“So. How was it?”
I glanced up at him, anxiety prickling sorely on my skin. “You do know Richard’s going to kill me.”
“That did seem to be his plan.”
Act 2, Scene 9Kitabı okuyor
It must have been showing on my face by the time I opened the door to the dressing room, because Alexander grabbed the front of my jacket, hauled me out to the loading dock, and stuck a lit spliff in my mouth.
“Don’t get jittery,” he said. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
(I’m not sure anyone has ever been so wrong.)
I puffed obediently on the spliff until there was only a half inch left. Alexander took it, sucked it down to his fingertips, threw it on the ground, and led me back inside. My misgivings faded to a vague paranoia at the back of my brain.
Act 2, Scene 7Kitabı okuyor
She stretched her arms toward him. He pulled her in against him so hard that she stiffened on instinct. Then she relaxed, because Nezha was so warm, so solid, and hugging him was such a wonderful feeling that she just wanted to bury her face into his uniform and stand there for a very long time.
The black swirls moved instantly away from my hand, just as smoke from a candle would, but with more intention. The sensation of cold vapor encased my hand, and instantly, the onyx waves swirled and coiled around my fingers, causing me to nearly faint in wonderment.
“They-they’re beautiful,” I murmured, likely too soft to be heard.
The giant creature watched me with obvious surprise as his brows creased deeply. He glanced at my face before looking at the whispers of smoke that danced upon my hand. A shudder seemed to rack his body before he roughly shoved me away.
She frowns and waves her index finger towards him threateningly
"Listen to me you little shit! I'm not a thing that you can own!"
The way she frowns and says those words drives his desire more and more. The way she looks at him with her angry yet adorable face, it makes him see her more and more as a thing he must own. Her angry gestures, as well as her voice make him want her even more than before. His eyes move down to her lips when she says that she's not a thing, he wants her lips so badly he can almost taste them. His voice now sounds more cruel as he replies to her.
"But you will be..."
"Her inner cynic was so sarcastic that if it’d been a person, she’d have slapped its face."
