Aravala

“Robert wanted to be loved. My brother Tyrion has the same disease. Do you want to be loved, Sansa?”
“Everyone wants to be loved.”
“I see flowering hasn’t made you any brighter,” said Cersei. “Sansa, permit me to share a bit of womanly wisdom with you on this very special day. Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“По-късно, когато Гед размишляваше за тази нощ, стана му ясно, че ако никой не го бе докоснал, докато лежеше бездиханен, ако никой не го бе повикал по някакъв начин, той щеше да си отиде завинаги. Спаси го единствено нямата, инстинктивна мъдрост на звяра, който ближеше ранения си другар, за да го успокои. Но в тази мъдрост Гед видя нещо сродно със собствената си сила, нещо дълбоко колкото самото магьосничество. От този момент той повярва, че мъдър е онзи, който никога не се отделя от останалите живи същества, говорящи или не. След това дълги години се стремеше да научи онова, което може да се научи в мълчание от очите на животните, от полета на птиците, от бавното полюшване на клоните.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“Most of the gods throw dice but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out until too late that he's been using two queens all along. Fate wins.”
― Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones