Julka

“When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“It’s Aelin now,” she snapped as loudly as she dared. “Celaena Sardothien doesn’t exist anymore.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita