Eline Duarte

“When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.

I could not see it. That knowledge brought its own sort of pain.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“He was a grown man and you were fifteen," she says. "What could you have possibly done to torture him?”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“I have a bit of an attitude problem.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing