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460 pages, Hardcover
First published September 15, 2020
“He couldn’t remember ever being the person he’d decided to become.”
“[H]e wasn’t afraid anymore. After a lifetime of yearning and trying not to yearn, he imagined the relief of surrendering.”
“All they were—all they had ever been—was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun.”
“All I want to do is make you happy, and you’re the unhappiest person I’ve ever met.”
“They were wild and delirious and invincible, and it was strange that no one else could see it.”
“I love you,” he said, and once he’d spoken, the words took hold of his tongue like a prayer. Julian pulled him nearer, but he didn’t dare open his eyes.
He’d forgotten ever being angry. He felt gentle and endlessly patient; if Julian had asked, he would have happily cut his chest open and handed over his heart, his lungs, every part of himself piece by piece.
♡ 'All they were—all they had ever been—was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun.' ♡
♡ 'What a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth. What a relief it is that now neither of us has to be alone in knowing. I hope you looked west while I was looking east, and that for a moment you met my eyes without knowing it. I know you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but I’m never certain you can see what’s really there.' ♡
Beautiful things are supposed to hurt.Donna Tartt wrote, Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.