Carina Axelsson Quotes
30 quotes • Illustrator • Age 57
"We finally pulled apart and stood gazing at each other – or rather, Sebastian gazed at me; I was too fidgety, and couldn’t hold his stare. The night was bright; the high moonlight overhead illuminated the houses and church on my street with a pale silver light as we stood in the shadows thrown by the rose bushes that grow like wild-haired sentries on either side of my gate."
"Nothing appears on them by chance or simply because it looks pretty."
"And suddenly it was as if time and distance had never intervened. Sebastian reached out and pulled me to him."
"This is the only place I know that is really safe. You need a key to get in and you have to live on the square to have one. Sorry about all this…” We sat on the first bench we came to."
"In the dim light of the pizzeria I could see the corners of his blue eyes crinkle. He was leaning back in his chair and ruffling his thick brown hair in that way he had. I had a good idea of what he was going to say…and yet he looked so totally cute and irresistible sitting there in his leather jacket that I was caught between two desires: one to steer him off the course I was pretty sure he was about to set out on, the other to kiss him. As it was, neither of my desires became a reality. Sebastian moved in faster than I did."
"He leaned into me quickly and kissed me on the cheek."
"You all right, Holmes?” he asked gently. “Yes I am, Watson – although I could have done without the bats.” I turned and caught his eye."
"In your mind or heart is there anyone else that ever comes between me and your mysteries?” I shook my head. “There’s no room.” “So your mysteries are my only competition?” “Yeah. Pretty much.” I watched him."
"Well, there is something quite romantic about being saved by a good-looking detective, at night, under the moonlight, don’t you think?” He stopped talking as he watched me aim the first thwack. “Of course, most romantic would be if you could just get me free without breaking my ankles."
"In the end, we lingered for a long time on the rooftop. And for once my fear of heights didn’t rear its ugly head; it didn’t stand a chance against Sebastian’s warm, firm clasp of my hand. After winding our way to the highest point we found a quiet corner under the golden Madonna with a view over the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II."
"Of course I wasn’t immune to the way his grey-blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at me from across the table, or how his tousled light brown hair looked totally touchable…then again, a case is a case – and, romance aside, it was time to get cracking. “Actually, Watson, someone came to see me this morning…"
"And I’m sorry, Sebastian.” “Sorry for what?” He looked at me, his eyes wide. “For making you feel that maybe you don’t always come first."