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“Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“I gave up practically the whole world for you,” I tell him, walking through the front door of my own love story. “The sun, stars, ocean, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Name one hero who was happy."
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
"I swear it," he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
"I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I don't know who I am right now. But I know who I'm not. And I like that.”
― Amber Smith, The Way I Used to Be

“Because, in my heart, I know, I’m not who he thinks I am. Not even close. And he’s not who I want him to be, either.”
― Amber Smith, The Way I Used to Be

“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“A slap across the face is just a hand cradling a cheek with too much force. I can take it. I swear I can take it. I might even like the way it stings, so long as it's your hand that leaves the mark.”
― bizarrestars, Crimson Rivers

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?”
― Nitya Prakash

“Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“And I... Well, I sort of missed having a poet for a boyfriend."
"I'm far from a poet."
"Part-time then.”
― Motswolo, The Cadence of Part-time Poets

“I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book! -- When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“I hated you,“ said Laurent. "I hated you so badly I thought I’d choke on it. If my uncle hadn’t stopped me, I would have killed you. And then you saved my life, and every time I needed you, you were there, and I hated you for that, too.”
― C.S. Pacat

“I am not sorry. Perhaps I should be. But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time. I will lose them all if I must.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“Jean would only drive himself mad if he tried to understand the toxic mystery that was the human heart.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“I’m glad you’re alive,” she said. “I’m so happy you’re here with us, and I hope you’re happy, too. I hope you tell us when you’re not so we can help you. You’re our friend, and we love you.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Golden Raven

“It’s not the world that’s cruel. It’s the people in it.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“Safety was a dangerous illusion, but Jean still felt the gentle weight of it. He looked out at the ocean to find his center again, hoping the waves and the heat and the impossibly bright sky would burn this ill-advised feeling out of him.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“I believe we all have the choice to be better than the hands that shaped us.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“Jean Moreau came back to himself in pieces, dragging himself together as he had a thousand mornings before.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Sunshine Court

“I wondered if we were born with something broken inside us. Maybe it was in the deepest marrow of our bones, some place we couldn't see or touch. Maybe that's why we couldn't love each other the way we were supposed to.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“I wondered if this was what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“You were supposed to be a promise of happiness, but you've eaten me alive.”
― Lucy Rose, The Lamb

“Great Achilles. Brilliant Achilles, shining Achilles, godlike Achilles … How the epithets pile up. We never called him any of those things; we called him ‘the butcher’.”
― Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls

“I thought: Suppose, suppose just once, once, all these centuries, the slippery gods keep their word and Achilles is granted eternal glory in return for his early death under the walls of Troy...? What will they make of us, the people of those unimaginably distant times? One thing I do know: they won't want the brutal reality of conquest and slavery. They won't want to be told about the massacres of men and boys, the enslavement of women and girls. They won't want to know we were living in a rape camp. No, they'll go for something altogether softer. A love story, perhaps? I just hope they manage to work out who the lovers were.”
― Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls