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“I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else's muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.
End of fucking story.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & The Six

“He got close to the sun and was immortalized for it.” Malfoy’s voice catches and she hears something else. A faint thread loose between firmly set works that resembles acceptance. “And the world will remember dim forever only for his sin.”
― SereneMusafir, Green Light

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

“She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for eighty years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that like the sound of Jem's violin, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess