ŷ������

“Everything is complicated if no one explains it to you.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

“Langdon watched the phone plummet down and splash into the dark waters of the Nervi��n River. As it disappeared beneath the surface, he felt a pang of loss, staring back after it as the boat raced on.

��Robert,�� Ambra whispered, ��just remember the wise words of Disney��s Princess Elsa.��

Langdon turned. ��I��m sorry?��

Ambra smiled softly. ��Let it go.”
― Dan Brown, Origin

“Aiden...Oh, my God, Aiden!!"

" I Love The Idea Of Being Your God.”
― Rina Kent, Deviant King

“Because when you love someone very much, it's difficult to learn to share her with someone else.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

“It's possible to love your grandmother for years and years without really knowing anything about her.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

“Mum is a perfectionist and Dad is a pedant and that was partly why their marriage didn't work so well, Elsa figures. Because a perfectionist and a pedant are two very different things.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

“A snowball formed between her palms, surrounded by a blue glow. "Ready?" she asked, feeling the rush she got when she was about to use magic. She threw her hands up and flung the snowball high into the air. Snow started to fall from the ceiling, washing the floor in a blanket of white.
"This is amazing!" Anna marveled, her giggles of joy filling Elsa with pride. Anna, more than anyone else, loved Elsa's gift, and she begged her to use it often. Their parents, on the other hand, wanted her to keep it private. But if a gift like this could bring such joy, shouldn't she share it?”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Your intestines have such a beautiful color to them.”
― Tappei Nagatsuki, Re:��������ʼ��뮐��������̾����� [Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu Tanpenshuu, Vol. 2]

“Elsa looked down at her hands. She was wearing only one glove. Her gloves had served as "protection" from her powers for far too long. It was time to let go. She pulled the glove off and let it fly into the wind. She was finally free.
Lifting her hand to the sky, she concentrated on creating a giant snowflake that crystallized in midair and floated away. Then she lifted her other hand and made another snowflake, watching it fly away as well. Pulse racing, Elsa kept building, her face breaking into a smile as she realized the possibilities were endless. Here she could really use her gift and see what she was capable of.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Everyone wanted to get a better look at the princess. Her parents were used to interacting with their kingdom, but at eighteen, she had only recently been invited to join them on official outings.
Truth be told, she still preferred to live life in the shadows, but duty called.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“I would rather have nothing than something that isn't true.”
― Heather Lyons, Royal Marriage Market

“You never told me how everyone liked the sirupskake."
"It was splendid!" she said, her smile returning. "Your fa- my husband asked that you bake another one soon for me to bring him."
Freya was always tripping over her words like that. Anna did the same thing herself. She chalked it up to wanting to say so much in a short amount of time. She was like a pot of melting chocolate: the words bubbled over.
"Did he like the candied oranges I placed on top?"
"Yes! He said he'd never seen it done that way before."
Anna shrugged. "I love to put my own spin on recipes. I like to be unique, if you haven't noticed."
"I have." Freya smiled. "I think my husband would enjoy meeting you. You and I have a similar joyful spirit, while he"- she sighed- "carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, I'm afraid. Much like my daughter."
Freya talked about her daughter a lot but unfortunately never brought her along for visits. From what Anna knew, the girl seemed whip smart and serious. Anna wished she could meet her so she could shake her up a bit. Everyone needed to let their hair down sometimes. Plus it would be nice to have a friend close to her own age.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“I know you're learning how to follow in your father's footsteps, and that's good, but when was the last time you went outside the castle walls? With someone other than this staff? A good queen knows herself inside and out, and you are too inside your head. The only way you can understand the people you serve is to get to know them. Enjoy their company. Hear their stories. In the process you might figure out what you enjoy, as well, when you're not focused on your studies and your future.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“At first glance, it looked like the portrait of her family that hung in the Great Hall. But this painting had four people in it: the king, the queen, Elsa, and another little girl.
The child was a few years younger than Elsa, and she was the spitting image of the king. She had wide-set blue eyes, bright red hair set in pigtails, and a sprinkle of freckles dotting her nose. She wore a pale green dress, and she was clutching Elsa's arm as if she might never let go.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“The mountain range ahead of her was remote and imposing. Maybe that was where Grand Pabbie was! In the distance, the rocky face of the North Mountain loomed, large and impressive. Even in the summer, the peak was covered in snow. Few had attempted to climb it, which meant no one would follow her up there. The mountain was a kingdom of isolation, and it looked like she was the queen. She'd keep going in that direction until she found the trolls or her legs gave out. She wasn't even tired. And the cold never bothered her, anyway.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Pulling at her uncomfortable hairstyle, she let several loose tendrils frame her face. Next, she took out the tight bun, and her braided hair hung down her back. Elsa didn't stop there. This gown had weighed her down for too long. It was time for it to go as well. With a wave of her hands, she imagined a new dress that suited her personality and style. Something light and freeing. Ice crystallized over the bottom of her teal dress, forming a new one that was a shimmering pale blue. Gone were the itchy high collar and the annoying long sleeves that restricted her movements. Her new gown was strapless, her neck was open, and her arms were loosely wrapped in silk. A light sheer cape was made up of a pattern of snowflakes as unique as she was.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Elsa smiled, her heart full and her head in a good place. Her people were happy. She was content. And she was very, very loved by a sister who had finally been returned to her. Things were exactly as they should be.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Almeno, - egli diceva, proseguendo il suo ragionamento, - dalle altre femmine, uno pu�� salvarsi, pu�� scoraggiare il loro amore; ma dalla madre, chi ti salva? Essa ha il vizio della santit��... non si sazia mai di espiare la colpa d'averti fatto, e, finch�� �� viva, non ti lascia vivere, col suo amore. E si capisce: lei, povera ragazza insignificante, non possiede altro che quella famosa colpa nel suo passato e nel suo futuro, tu, figlio malcapitato, sei l'unica espressione del suo destino, essa non ha nessun'altra cosa da amare. Ah, �� un inferno essere amati da chi non ama n�� la felicit��, n�� la vita, n�� se stesso, ma soltanto te! E se tu hai voglia di sottrarti a un simile sopruso, a una simile persecuzione, essa ti chiama Giuda! Precisamente, tu saresti un traditore, perch�� ti va di girare per le vie, alla conquista dell'universo, mentre che lei vorrebbe tenerti sempre con s��, nella sua dimora d'una camera e cucina!”
― Elsa Morante, L'isola di Arturo

“I am not a lovelorn little girl, constantly searching for her fairy story.”
― Heather Lyons, Royal Marriage Market

“For a split second, Elsa recalled a new memory of her younger self. She was building a snowman with another girl. They pulled the snowman around the room laughing. It was clear they loved each other. Her hands started to tingle in an unfamiliar way- they were warm- then the sensation was gone and she was left with a sharp headache.
What was that? she wondered. The girl had to be in her imagination. She had never used magic before that week. Had she?
Elsa stood up, her legs shaking. She held on to her bed frame to keep from falling. Heart pounding, fingers aching, she closed her eyes again and tried to remember the love she had just felt coursing through her veins. The emotion was stronger than fear. This feeling had come from building something out of love- a snowman for the two girls to enjoy.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Elsa walked to her desk and looked down at the small porcelain jar and candlestick. She had been using them as stand-ins for the orb and scepter she would have to hold, like her father did during his coronation. As she had many times before, Elsa closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself inside the chapel where the ceremony would take place. She thought of the choir that would be singing in the balcony, and she could see the pulpit she would be standing at in front of the priest and all her people, as well as nobles and visiting dignitaries. With no family, she'd be up there alone. Elsa tried not to think about that as she imagined the priest placing the jeweled tiara on her head. Then he'd hold out the pillow with the orb and scepter for her to take. She couldn't wear her teal gloves during that portion of the ceremony, so she removed them for practice. She wore gloves all the time these days. Perhaps it was silly, but she thought the gloves helped her conceal her magic. This was her battle cry: Conceal it. Don't feel it. Don't let it show.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“When Elsa finally reached the top, she didn't find any trolls, but the view was breathtaking. Few mountaineers had climbed to such heights, and there she was, high over the entire kingdom. Arendelle was far in the distance, as tiny as a speck. Even if she hadn't found the trolls yet, the North Mountain felt like a good place for her to recharge and figure out how to find Anna. She'd build a palace as stunning as the landscape to shelter in. One that reflected the new her. Mama had called her powers a gift, hadn't she? Well, they were. And there was no reason to conceal them from the world at the top of a mountain.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“Grand Pabbie was right- love can really thaw any curse," Kristoff said.
"Love can thaw..." Elsa repeated. "Of course!"
All that time she had allowed herself to be wrapped up in fear- fear of being alone, fear of never finding Anna, fear of destroying the kingdom with her powers. That fear had held her prisoner since she had learned she had magic inside her. It was just as Grand Pabbie had said: she needed to learn to control her magic. If only she embraced the beauty in her life and the magic she'd been gifted- gifted, not cursed with!- then she could move mountains.”
― Jen Calonita, Conceal, Don't Feel

“S��, per la morte, un uomo grosso e un guaglione, sono tutti uguali. Per lei, sono tutti creature!”
― Elsa Morante, L'isola di Arturo

“Ricerco un bene
fuori di me.
Non so chi 'l tiene
non so cos'��.
(Aria di Cherubino).”
― Elsa Morante, L'isola di Arturo

“[...] She was scarcely more than a child, but she listened with side eyes and open mouth of wonder when wh was spoken to; she was quick, too, in her way; she wasn't a fool [...] She said she would go with him for nothing [...] In a way she was better than Nanette because she told Julius he was the most wonderful person in the world. She made him feel important; she was willing and eager to please.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Julius

“He had discovered a new thing, of hurting people he liked. It gave him and extraordinary sensation to see Elsa cry after she had been smiling, and to make that he had caused her tears. He was aware of power, strange and exciting. In a way it was like the desire to make love. The two longings were very close together. To say something butter and cruel, to watch the smile fade from Elsa's lips and the shadows come into her eyes, to taunt her until she put her hands over her face, it made his heart beat and his blood race the same as when he held her and loved her. To change swiftly too was good. To follow the stinging blow with a caress, to kiss the tears he had summoned, until Elsa did not know where she was, and would peer into his eyes to learn the truth. [...] Not that her cared how she felt, whether she was humble or proud, but he liked to see her crawl. It was a definire pleasure; and the fact that he was fond of her added to his pleasure.”
― Daphne du Maurier

“After some harshness to her [...] She would say to herself: 'Thus is the end, I won't bear it any more. I shall go from him and never come back'; and then sit white-faced and tight-lipped over the evening meal in the stuffy parlor behind the shop. [...] She could never go from him without her own life leaving her.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Julius

“Se ripercorro col pensiero, adesso, fin dal principio, tutta la mia storia con N., imparo che il cuore, nelle sue gare contro la coscienza, �� estroso, avveduto e fantastico quanto un maestro costumista. Per creare le sue maschere, gli basta magari una trovata da niente; a volte, per travestire le cose, sostituisce semplicemente una parola con un'altra... E la coscienza si aggira in questo gioco bizzarro come uno straniero a un ballo mascherato, fra i fumi del vino.”
― Elsa Morante, L'isola di Arturo