Hannah

“Sooner or later, you will die. And I will not mourn you. I will look at the flames consuming your body, and I will rejoice.”
― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra

“The frost in his eyes is cracking and, behind it, the green of the
first buds of spring. "When I was young," he says, "I was afraid of
everything. Atreus's hounds, Agamemnon's games, mutilated bodies,
angry slaves. Wherever I looked, I feared.
I learned to overcome those fears. I had to, or I would have died. But
something stayed inside me, a feeling of rootlessness, of floating
through life trying not to drown."
She listens though she doesn't know that sensation. Every step she has
taken since she was a child had a direction. And it brought her here.
He stares at her. "But now I know that I belong with you."
She closes her eyes and savors the feel of his hand against her own. He
doesn't know this, but he gave her a chance too, which no one else did.
He told her: Look I am as damaged as you, but here I am.”
― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra

“I'll be all right. I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.”
― Jen Calonita, Go the Distance

“God, what I wouldn’t give to live in a fairytale, sometimes. Or even just a romantic comedy. In them, this wouldn’t fly. Like, imagine if Prince Charming had picked up the glass slipper and decided the city was too big to scour it for someone who fit the damn thing? Or if Prince Phillip saw Maleficent blowing fire all over the forest and went nope, fuck that, too risky? Or if Prince Eric was all like, “Hmm, I could fight the giant octopus sea witch from my nightmares, but then I could also sail home and return to eating fish I now know are sentient, safe in denial and cognitive goddamn dissonance!”? But they wouldn’t, they wouldn’t have done any of that, because in stories guys fight. They fight for the person they care about, and they don't give up, ever.”
― Sophie Gonzales, Only Mostly Devastated