#angel

Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #magnus-bane-tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #library

Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#meaning #words #voice

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed. Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly. "He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed." "No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver." Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #excellence

Even if 80 percent of the population of a country are Christian believers, they will have almost no cultural influence if the Christians do not live in cultural centers and work in culture-forging fields such as academia, publishing, media, entertainment, and the arts. The assumption that society will improve simply be more Christian believers being present is no longer valid. ↗

— Timothy Keller

#influence #art

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night? ↗

— Jim Morrison

#cities #seduction #seduction

Willow's eyes flew to his, startled. They stared at each other. Her foot felt small under his hand; he rubbed it lightly with his thumb, feeling the silky heat of her skin, his pulse hammering through his veins. He felt like he was falling. All he could see was her. She looked closed to tears. "Alex--" Leaning across the corner of the table, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. With a sob, Willow returned the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. He opened his mouth, tasting her; felt her hair tumble down around his hands. Happiness burst through him, exploding through his chest. Willow. Oh, God. Willow. ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#paranormal

My heart has been stolen by you. ↗

— Yukiru Sugisaki

#manga #manga

If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #love #magnus-bane #food

Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty." "Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell- ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#sebastian-morgenstern #simon-lewis #city-of-fallen-angels

I could hear everything, together with the hum of my hotel neon. I never felt sadder in my life. LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets godawful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#life