Betsy

“What use are tears? Ying had murmured to her once, back when they had just crossed their twelfth cycle of life and the wounds of Lan’s losses still cut deep every night. The dead will neither feel them nor be called by them. Grief is for the survivors, and I think that, rather than living my life in pain, I would
live it in laughter and love. To the fullest.”
― Amélie Wen Zhao, Song of Silver, Flame Like Night

“To my mother, for shaping my heart, and my father, for hardening it to steel”
― Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame

“But you must remember that, should you choose to live, you do not live only for yourself.” He made a gesture as though to touch his heart. “You live for those you have lost. You carry their legacies inside you. You see, the Elantians destroyed everything that made the roots of our kingdom: our culture, our education, our families and principles. They wish to take us out on our knees, to subdue us so that we will never lift our heads again.
“But what they do not know is that, so long as we live on, we carry inside us all that they have destroyed. And that is our triumph; that is our rebellion.” Rain clung to his lashes as neither of them broke their gaze. “Do not let them win today.”
― Amélie Wen Zhao, Song of Silver, Flame Like Night

“I think I’m starting to get used to you”
― Christelle Dabos, A Winter's Promise