Adele

“It's my own name I'm afraid of forgetting."
"Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest. "Tattooed on your heart. You don't let just anyone read it.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Demon in the Wood

“What's your favorite color?" asked Sylvi.
"I don't have one."
"How can you not have one?"
Deep blue like the True Sea. Red like the roofs of the Shu temples. The pure, buttery color of sunlight—not really yellow or gold, what would you call it? All the colors you couldn't see in the dark.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Demon in the Wood

“A good cry was all I needed, and it served me well. It brought back that blissful feeling of childhood confidence–that somehow, through the unproductive act of crying, you are, in fact, achieving something. That something, of course, not being easily obtainable through any other productive measure, like hard work, for instance. Life was hard. Fuck, it was so hard. But crying, somehow temporarily, made it feel not so miserable. It was relieving, comparable to the denouement of an orgasm, before reality floods back in, where your mind is at total peace, if only for a moment.”
― Margaret Armstrong

“After a long moment, he said, "Aleksander."
A little laugh escaped me. He arched a brow, a smile tugging at his lips. "What?"
"It's just so... common." Such an ordinary name, held by kings and peasants alike.
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. "Will you say it?" he asked.
"Aleksander," I whispered.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising