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“Ain’t it queer that she’d take to stones, bugs, and butterflies, and save them. Now they are going to bring her the very thing she wants the worst. Lord, but this is a funny world when you get to studying! Looks like things didn’t all come by accident. Looks as if there was a plan back of it, and somebody driving that knows the road, and how to handle the lines. Anyhow, Elnora’s in the wagon, and when I get out in the night and the dark closes around me, and I see the stars, I don’t feel so cheap.”
― Gene Stratton-Porter, A Girl of the Limberlost

“I don't want you to see me naked," I say, my bottom lip trembling. "Not now, not like this."
"Keep your undergarments on," he says, lifting my dress over my head. "Whoa. God, you're gorgeous."
He picks me up and gingerly places me in the bathtub. Instantly, my teeth start chattering. "I'm getting in with you," he says, and I jolt.
"I'll keep my boxers on. It'll be like we're in bathing suits. On a holiday at a beach."
He whips his socks and his jeans off, and then his T-shirt, his body sheer and cut perfection. Those abs---an eight-pack, or, as they say in France, le bar du chocolat. Those legs. The tattoo of two tigers anchored on his hairless and sculpted chest. And I'm too sick, too delirious, to explore every delicious detail. Charles lifts my back and slides behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and I sink into his embrace, snuggling into the warmth of his body.”
― Samantha Verant, The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique

“But what a solace to have my head held, what selfless courage to hold someone's head while he's vomiting. Would I have had it in me to do the same for him?”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“He was quiet as we turned down another sun-drenched marble hall-way, and I dared to look at him. I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. 'Has anyone even taken care of you?' he asked quietly.

'No.' I'd long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses