Galadriel (Galady)

“Yrene put her hands atop Chaol’s and brought them brow to brow. “You are my joy,” was all she said to him. Her husband, her dearest friend, closed his eyes. The reek of Valg blood and metal clung to him, and yet beneath it—beneath it, that was his scent. The smell of home. Chaol at last opened his eyes, the bronze of them so vivid. Alive. Utterly alive. Full of trust, and understanding, and pride. “Go save the world, Yrene,” he whispered, and kissed her brow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“This is a serious allegation, they remind her, as if it’s the allegation that’s the problem. She is told all the things she shouldn’t have done: she shouldn’t have waited so long before going to the police. She shouldn’t have got rid of the clothes she was wearing. Shouldn’t have showered. Shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. Shouldn’t have put herself in that situation. Shouldn’t have gone into the room, up the stairs, given him the impression. If only she hadn’t existed, then none of this would have happened, why didn’t she think of that?”
― Fredrik Backman, Beartown

“I believe that you'll protect me from Mark, but who's going to protect me from you?” His gaze sweeps the entirety of my body, and his eyes blaze with possessiveness. “Whoever tries is going to end up dead.” My eyes thin. “How can you work to save women while actively stalking another?” I challenge,”
― H.D. Carlton, Haunting Adeline

“We came," Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, "to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us."
Darrow said quietly, "And what was that?"
Manon smiled then. "A better world.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash