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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2a97330 | When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring. | Oscar Wilde | ||
| 2445ae4 | Valentine whirled. Clary, lying half-conscious in the sand, her wrists and arms a screaming agony, stared defiantly back. For a moment their eyes met--and he looked at her, really looked at her, and she realized it was the first time her father had ever looked her in the face and seen her. The first and only time. "Clarissa," he said. "What have you done?" Clary stretched out her hand, and with her finger she wrote in the sand at his feet. .. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 9767a12 | How many times have I told you, Magnus? Behave professionaly in a professional setting. Which means no being rude to Nephilim, and also no getting attached to Nephilim." "I never get attached to Nephilim!" Magnus protested. Ragnor coughed, and in the midst of the cough said something that sounded like "blerondale." "Well," said Magnus. "Hardly ever." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 4c048e7 | It smells like heartbreak in here," said Jace." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 2f24ed8 | If you don't go after Luke," Clary said, enunciating very clearly, "I, personally, will kill you." For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. "Well," she said, "if you put it like that." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 8910820 | Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped bare, their leafless branches making lace-like patterns against the bright sky. Sometimes Jace would slow the horse to point out the manor houses of the richer S.. | blackthorn clary-fray horseback-riding idris jace-herondale manor-house winter | cassandra clare | |
| 70d496b | You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. "Just a thought." "Resist the urge, Alec." Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. "You'll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu." "There are worse things," Magnus observed." | fashion magnus-bane movie-reference simon-lewis | Cassandra Clare | |
| 07d21eb | You asked me who I belong to," he whispered. "I belong to . Your blood is my blood, your bones my bones. The first time you saw me, I looked familiar, didn't I? Just like you looked familiar to me." | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 65c5359 | Why can't I go to Idris with you, then? Because it's not safe for you there O and it's safe for me here? I've been nearly killed almost a dozen times in the past month. That's because Valentine has been concentrating on the two Mortal Instruments that were here. He's going to shift his focus to Idris now. We all know it-- We're hardly as certain of anything as all that. And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace. The Clave ca.. | determination humor | Cassandra Clare | |
| 579bedf | There's nothing you could have done that would cause me to cease loving either of you. Will is myself, my own soul, and if I am not to have the keeping of your heart, then there is not other I would rather have that honor. | clockwork-princess jem-carstairs page-497 page-498 tessa-gray will-herondale | Cassandra Clare | |
| 1d77fe8 | Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?" Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. "See " | Cassandra Clare | ||
| 51749fa | Never trust a duck. | ducks | Cassandra Clare | |
| 4122a65 | I am Tessa Gray," she said in a low, clear voice. "And I believe in the importance of stories." | stories tessa-gray | Cassandra Clare | |
| fea874f | We all find out the people who are supposed to take care of us are human eventually. That they make mistakes. | Cassandra Clare | ||
| e1a7ad9 | Being a vampire is not a curse. It's a disease," Tessa filled in. "But they still can't enter hallowed ground, then? Does that mean they're damned?" "That depends on what you believe," said Jem. "And whether you believe in damnation at all." "But you hunt demons. You must believe in damnation!" "I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or the endless tor.. | jem-carstairs religion tessa-gray | Cassandra Clare | |
| 2f31e57 | Not forever, Tessa thought. They had a long, long time. A lifetime. His lifetime. And she would lose him one day, as she had lost Will, and her heart would break, as it had broken before. And she would put herself back together and go on, because the memory of having had Jem would be better than never having had him at all. | beautiful jem-carstairs love tessa-gray the-infernal-devices | Cassandra Clare | |
| 0a4b065 | Ugh," he said after a few swallows. "Dead blood." Jace's eyebrows went up. " Isn't all blood dead?" "The longer the animal whose blood I'm drinking has been dead, the worse the blood tastes," Simon explained. "Fresh is better." "But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic." | blood jace simon vampires | Cassandra Clare | |
| f210266 | He knew sometimes some fear can be good. When you are afraid things are going to get worse if you don't do something, it can prompt you into action. But it is not good when you are afraid that it keeps you from doing anything. | inspirational life | Spencer Johnson | |
| a0f6816 | A human being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquility. I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule. If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can possibly mix, then that study is certainly unlawful, tha.. | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley | ||
| aee6c65 | Nothing is as it seems. Black can appear white when the light is blinding but white loses all luster at the faintest sign of darkness. | Christopher Pike | ||
| 90a4871 | There seem to be only two kinds of people: Those who think that metaphors are facts, and those who know that they are not facts. Those who know they are not facts are what we call "atheists," and those who think they are facts are "religious." Which group really gets the message?" | metaphors mythology religion theism | Joseph Campbell | |
| 6a3a7c5 | The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door. | black-dagger-brotherhood blay qhuinn qhuinn-and-blay | J.R. Ward | |
| de932fd | The most heartbreakingly beautiful girl I ever hope to see | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 486c266 | I have had all I can stand of not taking myself seriously. | Kurt Vonnegut | ||
| 191c704 | Is it alright to believe in the future where everyone can live in happiness? | Hiromu Arakawa | ||
| 56a3ed5 | Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace." | John Green | ||
| 7189bcc | I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity | hazel-grace-lancaster | John Green | |
| c79765b | Being gay is not an excuse for being a dick. | John Green | ||
| 551019f | I hadn't read a real series like that since I was a kid, and it was exciting to live again in an infinite fiction. | John Green | ||
| d967d87 | Being a person, I had come to realize, is a communal activity. Dogs know how to be dogs. But people do not know how to be people unless and until they learn from other people. | John Green | ||
| f4f6296 | Whether I or anyone else accepted the concept of alcoholism as a disease didn't matter; what mattered was that when treated as a disease, those who suffered from it were most likely to recover. | disease pathology recovery rehab | Craig Ferguson | |
| 7cd3b0e | Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us. | F. Scott Fitzgerald | ||
| b28465f | Well, I suppose I could follow his advice. Are you hungry?" "Surprisingly enough, not at the moment." "Will miracles never cease?" "Ha," I said" -- | merit twice-bitten | Chloe Neill | |
| eb731d2 | The world isn't perfect, and some days it wears you down. You can either accept that, and face it, and be a help to others instead of a hindrance. Or you can decide the rules are too tough and they shouldn't apply to you, and you can ignore them and make things harder for everybody else. Sometimes life is about being sad and doing things anyway. Sometimes it's about being hurt and doing things anyway. The point isn't perfection. The point i.. | depression hope life moving-on | Chloe Neill | |
| 303d3fd | There was a time," he finally said, "when I would have acknowledged your reticence and given you time and space to reach your own decision." He tipped my head down again and slid his fingers to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Then he lowered his lips to my ear. "This is not that time, Merit." And then his mouth was on mine, and he took my breath away again. He kissed me like a man possessed, like a man with nothing mor.. | Chloe Neill | ||
| 7a97dbf | Have you ever had a moment where you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you were in the right place? That you were on the right journey? Maybe the sense that you'd crossed a boundary, jumped a hurdle, and somehow, after facing some unconquerable mountain, found yourself suddenly on the other side of it? When the night was warm and the wind was cool, and a song carried through the quiet streets around you. When you felt the entire worl.. | Chloe Neill | ||
| 57d58f3 | You know I love you more when you're cold and heartless. | pam | Charlaine Harris | |
| cfa7e21 | I'm not short. I'm...vertically disadvantaged. | Lisa Kleypas | ||
| 65a6765 | You're far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You're far better suited as a wife. | historical-romance lisa-kleypas | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 9554169 | He watched Attolia out of the corner of his eye. She was still cool, like a breath of winter in the warm evening air, but in the last few days he had begun to sense a subtle humor in her chilly words. When Gen had complained earlier that evening that Petrus, the palace physician, should stop fussing over him like a worried old woman, Attolia had asked, archly,"And me as well?" "When you stop fussing," Gen had said, slipping to his knees bes.. | Megan Whalen Turner | ||
| 6c09794 | The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. T.. | apple apples april auden autumn burns byron coffee de-la-mare fall hart-crane insomnia keats longfellow may milton morris night nocturnal poetry poets pope schiller season seasons september shelley spender spring tea tennyson winter wordsworth writers writing | Helen Bevington | |
| 9dab495 | If you see someone in trouble, you should help them. Experiment or not. | tris | Veronica Roth | |
| d6661e0 | I know nothing, Ygritte, he [Jon Snow] thought, and perhaps I never will. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| 5034fa0 | Margaery, you're clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it." "They call them puff fish, Grandmother." "Of course they do. Summer Islanders have no imagination." | George R.R. Martin |