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“Why is the measure of love loss?”
― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

“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

“I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights