#city

She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#electricity #love #love

The blood of heaven binds you," said the Queen.'Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same." "Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary #fray #humor #jace #love

So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she'd unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?" "Love is a contradiction," said Jace, and turned back to the window. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #contradiction #jace #love #simon

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #clare #isabelle #jace #men

Magnus sighed. "Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two." He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. "Too much information? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #maryse-lightwood #men

On moonlight nights the long, straight street and dirty white walls, nowhere darkened by the shadow of a tree, their peace untroubled by footsteps or a dog's bark, glimmered in the pale recession. The silent city was no more than an assemblage of huge, inert cubes, between which only the mute effigies of great men, carapaced in bronze, with their blank stone or metal faces, conjured up a sorry semblance of what the man had been. In lifeless squares and avenues these tawdry idols lorded it under the lowering sky; stolid monsters that might have personified the rule of immobility imposed on us, or, anyhow, its final aspect, that of a defunct city in which plague, stone, and darkness had effectively silenced every voice. ↗

— Albert Camus

#night #plague #men

The philosopher Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king. Said Aristippus, "If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils." Said Diogenes, "Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#voluntarysimplicity #money

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #movie #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #tmi

What has been happening the last four years in City Hall is that they have been closing recreation centers, closing libraries. We have not looked after our children in City Hall. ↗

— Carl Stokes

#been #centers #children #city #city hall

Unpleasant?" he finished for her. "Only on the days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually, I'm remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day that doesn't end in y. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #nature