I kissed her and saw that her eyes were shut. I kissed both her shut eyes. I thought she was probably a little crazy. It was all right if she was. I did not care what I was getting into.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thatkindofwoman)
She kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Ice Palace” (via debourbon)