It is time to let the nightmares go.
If it’s this short on me, how short must it be on you?” she mused aloud to Isabelle. Isabelle grinned. “On me it’s a shirt.” Clary.
I am who I am because I’ve been part of your family. Never forget, Jules. The choices me make, make us.
I believe that historical fiction is the closest thing we have to time travel.
For the heart whose woes are legion ‘Tis a peaceful, soothing region – For the spirit that walks in shadow ‘Tis – oh, ’tis an Eldorado! But the traveller, travelling through it, May not – dare not openly view it; Never its mysteries are exposed To the weak human eye unclosed; So wills its King, who hath forbid The uplifting of the fringed lid; And thus the sad Soul that here passes Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
Show them something other than harshness, and you will receive something other than hate in return!
She knew it wasn’t nearly enough to take on the two dozen Mantids still prowling the grass. But it was what she had. It would have to do.
Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character – Robert Browning, Paracelsus In.
It was terrifying, to think of all that might be lost, and exhilarating to think of all he had gained.
I must off,” he said. “There’s an orangery in Kensignton Gradens that needs smashing. Ladies, lock up your outbuildings. James Herondale is in town and he has been slighted in love!
For love means forgiveness.
Non sono infelice” disse lui. “Solo le persone che non hanno uno scopo sono infelici. Io ce l’ho.
My Will. Those words meant something different to Jem than to anyone else, meant: my defiance against encroaching dark. My rebellion. Mine, forever.
I wonder sometimes now if it was a dream,” James said. “I idealized her, I suppose, as children so. Perhaps it was a child’s dream of what love should and must be. I believed love was pain, and when I bled, I bled for her.
Ninguno de nosotros le debe cada pieza de nuestra alma repleta de historia a otra persona.
Bridget’s voice floated out from the kitchen. “Cold blows the wind tonight, sweetheart, Cold are the drops of rain; The very first love that ever I had In greenwood he was slain. I’ll do as much for my sweetheart As any young woman may; I’ll sit and mourn at his graveside A twelve-month and a day.
Dio forse esiste, Clary, o forse no, ma non credo che abbia importanza. In ogni caso ce la dobbiamo cavare da soli.
Welcome to Shadowhunter Academy,” said Catarina Loss, her voice gentle. They.
Le loro vite bruciavano come fiammelle di candele... Ed erano altrettanto facili da spegnere.
Simon said, “So have we DTRed now?” Isabelle shrugged. “I have no idea what that means.” Simon hid the fact that he was inordinately pleased by this. “Are we officially boyfriend and girlfriend? Is there a Shadowhunter ritual? Should I change my Facebook status from ‘it’s complicated’ to ‘in a relationship’?” Isabelle screwed up her nose adorably. “You have a book that’s also a face?” Simon.