Anna

“Yes," he growled, "yes, I will put you there and turn out the light in your eyes and come to stare at you for centuries, to pore over you, because you are mine, my treasure, my hoard, and I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“I was a glaring blot on the perfection. But I didn't care: I didn't feel I owed him beauty.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon.”
― Naomi Novik, Uprooted

“Bring him back to me,' he told them.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles