#ace

Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #cowardice

It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #quip #simon-lewis #weakness

I don't see much future for the Americans ... it's a decayed country. And they have their racial problem, and the problem of social inequalities ... my feelings against Americanism are feelings of hatred and deep repugnance ... everything about the behaviour of American society reveals that it's half Judaised, and the other half negrified. How can one expect a State like that to hold together? ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#problems #race #hatred

peace is joy at rest, and joy is peace on its feet ↗

— Anne Lamott

#peace #faith

We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#alone #even #genders #groups #ignorance

I wish I could say that racism and prejudice were only distant memories. We must dissent from the indifference. We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent from the fear, the hatred and the mistrust…We must dissent because America can do better, because America has no choice but to do better. ↗

— Thurgood Marshall

#race #racism #hatred

You and your name-dropping. 'I knew Michael'. 'I knew Sammael'. 'The angel Gabriel did my hair'. It's like I'm with the Band with biblical figures. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lilith #angels

The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#peace-of-mind #anxiety

We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#people #race-relations #separation

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there’s something below it, I won’t know it. But that’s part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn’t the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I’m perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#the-scorpio-races #young-adult #ocean