#angels

I love you, Ivy. I'll never stop loving you." She leaned against the winsow, looking out on a pale and glittering night. She looked through tears. I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you, Ivy, and you were meant for someone else." She stood up straight. "No." Yes, love," he said, softly but firmly. No!" Promise me, Ivy-" I'll promise you nothing but that I love you," she cried. Listen to me," Tristan pleaded. "You know I can't stay any longer." The pale, glittering night was raining now, and fresh tears gleamed on her cheeks, but he had to leave. I love you," he said. "I love you. Love him. - Tristan Carruthers - ↗

— Elizabeth Chandler

#love

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#angels-and-demons #fantasy-romance #haunting #love-story #paranormal-romance

The sin both of men and of angels, was rendered possible by the fact that God gave us free will. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#free-will #men #sin #men

One of the worst incidents of that era caused no complaints at all: this was a sort of good-natured firepower demonstration, which occured one Sunday morning about three-thirty. For reasons that were never made clear, I blew out my back windows with five blasts of a 12 gauge shotgun, followed moments later by six rounds from a .44 Magnum. It was a prolonged outburst of heavy firing, drunken laughter, and crashing glass. Yet the neighbors reacted with total silence. For a while I assumed that some freakish wind pocket had absorbed all the noise and carried it out to sea, but after my eviction I learned otherwise. Every one of the shots had been duly recorded on the gossip log. Another tenant in the building told me the landlord was convinced, by all the tales he'd heard, that the interior of my apartment was reduced to rubble by orgies, brawls, fires, and wanton shooting. He had even heard stories about motorcycles being driven in and out the front door. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#hunter-s-thompson #nature

Hey," said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, "do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin?" "Not really," said Simon. "Magnus is wearing lederhosen." "And yet, still no. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #lederhosen #simon-lewis #city

Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .’” There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.” “What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . . ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #simon-lewis #city

He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #simon-lewis #city

Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#bad

You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #birth

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