Szymon

“Name one hero who was happy."
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."
"I swear it”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“W otchłani dwa cienie przedzierają się po omacku przez gęsty, dławiący mrok. Ich ręce odnajdują się i światło spływa potokiem jak sto złotych urn, z których sypie się słońce.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Wylatuję przez okno i jest mi dobrze, bo wiem, że już nigdy tutaj nie wrócę.”
― Petra Dvořáková, Wrony

“I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me."
His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay