Molly

“I did not make a pie,” Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually
know how to make a pie.”
He paused, clearly waiting.
Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?”
“Because I am not your bitch,” Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“«Chiagneva sempe ca durmeva sola,
mo dorme co' li muorte accompagnata.

She always wept because she slept alone,
Now she sleeps among the dead.»

I can, from the distance of years now, still think I'm hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in Neapolitan toward daybreak, neither realizing, as they held each other and kissed again and again on the dark lanes of old Rome, that this was the last night they would ever make love again.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“The world didn't end in a scream”
― Shelby Mahurin