#angels

Have peace in knowing, dear ones, that we are all composed of energy. Energy never dies. It is always changing and transforming. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#composed-of-energy #energy-never-dies #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #joy

I guess you're coming as my date now." Simon shoved the phone into his pocket. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to accept that," said Jordan. "We better get you something nice to wear, though," he called as Simon headed back into his room. "I want you to look pretty. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jordan-kyle #simon-lewis #dating

I’m curious about why there’s so much honor given to death, when there is no honor in losing someone you love. ↗

— Mackie Burt

#death-and-dying #love #romance #death

Where are you taking me?” Andrew demanded, whirling on the Ferryman. His muscles tensed, hands curling in and out of fists. “To my master.” The voice was ghostly, whispers of black ash and death, words cold and detached. He had an idea who that was but asked anyway: “And who is your master?” No answer came. Andrew’s insatiable rage rose up and swallowed his grief like a yawning ocean mouth, the darkest depths surging to the surface to form a mighty tidal wave. He closed the distance and seized the Ferryman’s gaunt wrist. There was no substance, no life beneath the cloak. The Ferryman slowly turned his hooded head, and Andrew found himself looking into the black hole of a self-contained night. The olfactory of decay was a punch in the face. Andrew released the Ferryman’s wrist and hastily stepped back, rocking the boat as he put distance between him and the unnatural wind spilling from the gaping orifice. Andrew shivered, the tiny hairs on his neck saluting. The cloaked head faced forward again, and the wind died away. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#fantasy #fiction #key-of-pearl #laura-kreitzer #paranormal-fantasy

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #blood

Dreaming is what you do when your eyes are closed...living is what you do with that dream once you open your eyes! ↗

— Nathan Parks

#angels-and-demons #dark #darkfantasy #demons #religious

Sometimes there are stormy moments in your life when your friends do more than just walk with you; they become angels that carry you and protect you with their wings. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#friends #life #protect #stormy #walk

Since the beginning of time, spirituality and religion have been called to fill in the gaps that science did not understand. ↗

— Dan Brown

#dan-brown #faith #religion #science #spirituality

If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #humor #jace-lightwood #humor

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #jace-lightwood #mortal-instruments #humor