Lara

“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 is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“It occurs to me that if I kill him, I can finally stop thinking about him. If I kill him, I won't have to feel like this anymore.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom