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“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

“Three days
(so I hear)
she is without food,
keeps her body
pure of bread, longs to
run herself aground
in a sad secret death.

Is it a god inside you, girl?”
― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“There were always excuses for why girls died”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
― Richard Siken, Crush