Irene

“Nothing as singular or as important had happened since the day of his birth. She returned his gaze, struck by the sense of her own transformation, and overwhelmed by the beauty in a face which a lifetime's habit had taught her to ignore. She whispered his name with the deliberation of a child trying out the distinct sounds. When he replied with her name, it sounded like a new word - the syllables remained the same, the meaning was different. Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can ever quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same emphasis on the second word, as if she had been the one to say them first. He had no religious belief, but it was impossible not to think of an invisible presence or witness in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract”
― Ian McEwan, Atonement

“I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Tu cuerpo necesita algo frío. En eso consiste todo. Tu cuerpo necesita el frío e intenta crearlo, porque no lo encuentra en ninguna parte. Tu cabeza no puede ser, porque es de donde sale el calor, así que se centra en otros órganos. En el estómago. En el hígado. En los pulmones. Y, poco a poco, te das cuenta de que tu cuerpo arde por fuera, pero que estás helado por dentro. Tu cabeza está siempre alerta y se prepara para todas las posibilidades, pero cuando cierras los ojos siempre hay fondos blancos con líneas negras que se mueven en todas direcciones y, cuando coges aire, nunca es suficiente porque hay demasiadas cosas que podrían salir mal, y abres la boca y aún te cabe más aire que no eres capaz de coger, y no sabes qué hacer para conseguirlo, para conseguir eso o para conseguir nada, porque nunca eres el mejor. Nunca eres suficiente. Nunca sabes cómo moverte o qué decir o qué hacer y te da la sensación de que todos lo saben y

así es como se siente la ansiedad.”
― Clara Cortés, Cosas que escribiste sobre el fuego

“DUMBLEDORE: Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe.”
― Jack Thorne, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Parts One and Two