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¿Qué me valen la gracia y la belleza, y amar como jamás amó ninguna, si la pasión que el alma me devora, la desconoce aquel que me enamora?


José de Espronceda


#amor #belleza #españa #spanish #spanish

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the Angel's sake. Look, if there's no other way of getting out of this, I'll kiss Simon. I've done it before, it wasn't that bad." "Thanks," said Simon. "That's very flattering." "Well, I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever's an awfully long time." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. "Of course not. But if—" "I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That's atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.


Cassandra Clare


#jace-wayland #kissing #simon-lewis #men

The transponder requirements have three major sections, namely the chip; the antenna; and the assembly of the chip and the antenna onto the goods being labelled.


Mike Marsh


#assembly #being #chip #goods #labelled

An intelligent woman with allies can accomplish anything


Margaret Plant


#plant #spirits #intelligence

Place Saint-Germain-des-Près. Devant la sortie de l'église, le jeune homme qui crie son journal. Demandez l'Antijuif! Vient de paraître! Donc c'est un nouveau numéro. Non, défense de l'acheter. Il s'approche, son mouchoir contre son nez, demande l'Antijuif, paye le jeune homme qui lui sourit. Otez le mouchoir, lui parler, le convaincre? Frère, ne comprends tu pas que tu me tortures? Tu es intelligent, ton visage est beau, aimons nous. Demandez l'Antijuif! Il court, traverse, s'engouffre dans une petite rue, brandit la feuille de haine. Demandez l'Antijuif! crie t il dans la rue déserte. Mort aux juifs! crie t il dans une voix folle. Mort à moi! crie t il, le visage illuminé de larmes.


Albert Cohen


#belle-du-seigneur #intelligence

The fact is, the man who’d begotten me didn’t want me. In his eyes I should never have been born. And perhaps that would’ve been best. As it was, my existence had proven to be nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. I angered my father, brought strife upon my mother, irritated my teachers, and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with me in school. All by simply being. When you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.


Richelle E. Goodrich


#annabelle #child-abuse #richelle #richelle-goodrich #unloved

You're a beautiful young woman walking without an escort at one in the morning. Why doesn't one of your staff at least see you to your car?" "Because they're not sexist pigs who think women are incapable of taking care of themselves." Chance rolled his eyes. "This has nothing to do with feminism. I'm all for gender equality, but the fact remains that women are targeted for more specific crimes than men, and the perpetrators of those crimes often look for circumstances such as these to attack." "See this?" Isa pulled something dark and oblong out of her purse. Chance's mouth twitched. "Turbo Vagisil?" "No, It's a taser!" Isa said indignantly. "I can take care of myself, Chance. I've been doing that just fine for the past twenty-nine and a half years before you showed up, remember?


Jeaniene Frost


#isa #isabelle #turbo-vagisil #beauty

Simon had never noticed before, but she wore a silver ring on her right hand, with a partner of flames around the band of it, and a carved L in the center. It reminded him of the ring Clary wore around her neck, with its design of stars. "It's the Lightwood family ring," she said, noticing where his gaze was fixed. "Every family has an emblem. Ours is fire.


Cassandra Clare


#lightwood #simon-lewis #design

Well," said Clary, after a judicious pause, "I guess you wouldn't have taken advantage of her when she's so grief-stricken and all." Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.


Cassandra Clare


#funny-and-random #isabelle-lightwood #funny

Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my direction, his feet pivoting in the dirt. Warily, I crossed into the light for a moment. “Do you, um…” I inhaled deeply. “Do you think you’ll still want to be my friend tomorrow?” I held my breath and waited for his answer. Although I could feel the sunshine perceptibly tingle every inch of exposed skin, the way Gregory smiled at me produced a swell of warmth unmatchable even for the sun. “I’ll always want to be your friend, Annabelle. Do you want to be mine?” My head nodded like mad, ecstatic, all on its own. I disappeared among the shadows again and watched my new friend until he stepped around the Hopkins’ house. Then I waited until his car drove off -- Gregory and his mother headed for home. I was on a high like no other. But I’d not lost my grasp on reality entirely. I knew that the real test would come Monday. It was one thing to befriend an outcast in the privacy of the woods, but quite another to risk ridicule and reputation when surrounded by peers. This was true even for those with the biggest of hearts, which I now believed Gregory Hill to have.


Richelle E. Goodrich


#dandelions #friends #friendship #gregory #happiness






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