#arrow

I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jocelyn-fray #luke-and-clary #luke-garroway #worthy #inspirational

But they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?" Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #luke-garroway #love

Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.' Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#luke-garroway #simon-lewis #life

You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been a painter than to bother with these god-damn words. I never actually thought of myself as a poet but I knew I had to be an artist in some way. ↗

— William Carlos Williams

#kora-in-hell #modernist-poets #red-wheel-barrow #this-is-just-to-say #life

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #lucian-greymark #luke-garroway #mortal-instruments #love

Maggie scoffed. "Denial will not save you when Cupid's arrow find its mark." "If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I'm ripping his chubby little arms off." Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech. ↗

— Kerrelyn Sparks

#cupid #denial #love

With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love. ↗

— Diane Wolkstein

#becoming #bows #choice #eros #kama

Isn't it time that these most ancient sorrows of ours grew fruitful? Time that we tenderly loosed ourselves from the loved one, and, unsteadily, survived: the way the arrow, suddenly all vector, survives the string to be more than itself. For abiding is nowhere. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#arrow #love #sorrow #vector #love

Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my ass? A damn little kid with wings shot me.... ↗

— Alice

#cupid #love #love

People who prefer to believe the worst of others will breed war and religious persecutions while the world lasts. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#hatred #intolerance #narrow-mindedness #perception #persecution