Bubbi

“It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He wished he didn’t know what he had lost. Maybe then every day wouldn’t feel like this. As if he had once known how to fly, but the skies had shaken him loose and left him with nothing but the memory of wings.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Gilded Wolves

“Eril-Fane let out a slow breath. “Were you afraid of the dark as a child?”
A chill snaked up Lazlo’s spine. He thought again of the crypt at the abbey, and the nights locked in with dead monks. “Yes,” he said simply.
“Even when you knew, rationally, that there was nothing in it that could harm you.”
“Yes.”
“Well. We are all children in the dark, here in Weep.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of winter and yet that ghastly sadness, that mourning for their own, irremediable appetites, can never move the heart for not one phrase in it hints at the possibility of redemption; grace could not come to the world from its own despair, only through some external mediator, so that, sometimes, the beast will look as if he half welcomes the knife that despatches him.”
― Angela Carter, The Company of Wolves