Marija Matavž

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral's Kiss

“Mhysa!” a brown-skinned man shouted out at her. He had a child on his shoulder, a little girl, and she screamed the same word in her thin voice. “Mhysa! Mhysa!”

Dany looked at Missandei. “What are they shouting?”

“It is Ghiscari, the old pure tongue. It means ‘Mother.’”

Dany felt a lightness in her chest. I will never bear a living child, she remembered. Her hand trembled as she raised it. Perhaps she smiled. She must have, because the man grinned and shouted again, and others took up the cry. “Mhysa!” they called. “Mhysa! MHYSA!” They were all smiling at her, reaching for her, kneeling before her. “Maela,” some called her, while others cried “Aelalla” or “Qathei” or “Tato,” but whatever the tongue it all meant the same thing. Mother. They are calling me Mother.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Fred and George turned to each other and said together, 'Wow, we're identical!'

'I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking,' said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief