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“At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.”
― Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love

“When a thing beckons you to explore it without telling you why or how,
this is not a red herring; it’s a map.”
― Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road

“She beckoned for him to come closer and he did. He crawled onto the bed from the bottom and worked his way up to her legs. His hands caressed the smoothness of her recently shaven legs. She moaned at his touch. He hovered over her and she pulled him closer. Their lips met, once more, and, somehow, it was even better than before.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“Come on in. The water’s fine.”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“At which point my grief-sounds ricocheted outside of language.

Something like a drifting swarm of bees.

At which point in the tetric silence that followed

I was swarmed by those bees and lost consciousness.

At which point there was no way out for me either.”
― Forrest Gander, Be With

“At which point I grew old and it was like ripping open the beehive with my hands again.

At which point I conceived a realm more real than life.

At which point there was at least some possibility.

Some possibility, in which I didn’t believe, of being with her once more.”
― Forrest Gander, Be With

“The dark sky beckoned, the stars so dim and small, like speckles of frost.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury