#angels

But they love each other," Clary appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're there for the other person to turn to, no matter what? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #clary #fiction #jace #love

There's no such thing as coincidences, only incidences with a twist. ↗

— Leanore Elliott

#erotic-paranormal-romance #sexy-hit-men #the-beholder #men

We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cliffhanger #jace-lightwood #jonathon-morgenstern #meanest-ending-in-history #sebastian-verlac

What is it?" she asked. "I'm looking for your wings. You are my guardian angel, aren't you?" "I'm afraid not," she replied, her cheeks dimplingwith a wry smile. "There's too much of the devil in me for that." "Just how much devil," I grinned, "are we talking about here? ↗

— Gregory David Roberts

#devils #india #love #love

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. ↗

— William Blake

#genius #hell #insanity #torment #genius

HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living. They know so little about what it's like to fill a new prescription for glasses and suddenly see the world again, with a mixture of disappointment and gratitude ... Also, they don't dream. For this reason, they have one less thing to talk about. In a backward way, when they wake up they feel as if there is something they are forgetting to tell each other. There is disagreement among the angels as to whether this is a result of something vestigial, or whether it is the result of the empathy they feel for the Living, so powerful it sometimes makes them weep. In general, they fall into these two camps on the subject of dreams. Even among the angels, there is the sadness of division. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#dreams #sadness #dreams

Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true. ↗

— Dan Brown

#cardinal-mortati #demons

In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#apocalypse #war #apocalypse

At least Kyle wasn't home. That would be a hard one to explain to his new roomate. Nobody liked a guy who kept blood in the fridge. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #humour #jace-wayland #simon-lewis #jace-wayland

The truth, as much as people acted like they wanted to hear it, was sometimes too cruel and harsh. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#fallen-legion #fantasy #fiction #gabriella-moretti #timeless-series