❝ [..] when I first joined the show, I was only 13. I was one of those girls that read OK! 12 times a week, and I was all “Ooh, Justin Bieber” — who is the Joffrey Baratheon of our time.”
It was a long time before she became at all reconciled to the idea of so unsuitable a match. The strangeness of Mr. Collins’s making two offers of marriage within three days was nothing in comparison of his being now accepted.
She had always felt that Charlotte’s opinion of matrimony was not exactly like her own, but she had not supposed it to be possible that, when called into action, she would have sacrificed every better feeling to worldly advantage.
Charlotte the wife of Mr. Collins was a most humiliating picture! And to the pang of a friend disgracing herself and sunk in her esteem, was added the distressing conviction that it was impossible for that friend to be tolerably happy in the lot she had chosen.
i’m still haunted by the like “princesses don’t marry kitchen boys” because the absolute _resignation_ and heartbreak in that line still hurts my heart.
“I’d rather have what we have, which is real and true and important, than have you pretend anything else. When I’m with you, I want to know I’m with the real you, the real Clary.”