Laura

“You’re not broken.”
He said, “You don’t know that.”
I said, “I do. You’re alive. If you can take another breath, if you can take another step, then you’re not broken. Battered, maybe. Bruised. Cracked. But never broken.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“THREE YEARS. One month. Twenty-six days.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“You.. love me?''
Snow nods. ''Yeah,'' he says, ''of course.''
Like it's obvious.
It isn't obvious. It has not been obvious.
''You never said,'' I say.
''Haven't I?''
''No.''
He frowns. ''I thought- I mean... I've killed so many things for you.''
I laught. It might be another sob, but mabe it's just a laugh. ''What are you, a house cat? Am I supposed to know how you feel because you brought me a mouse?''
The corner of Snow's mouth twitches.
''I brought you a cow once, remember? And I killed that chimera for you in fifth year.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Any Way the Wind Blows

“But that was the first thing I had to learn about her, and maybe the hardest I’ve ever learned about anything—that she is her own, and what she gives me is of her choosing, and the more precious because of it. Sometimes a butterfly will come to sit in your open palm, but if you close your hand, one way or the other, it—and its choice to be there—are gone.”
― Barbara Hambly, Dragonsbane