#city

What did Isabelle want?" Jace asked. Alec hesitated. "Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us." "Sure," said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #magnus-bane #magnus-bane

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#blood

I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor? ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#electricity #energy #exhaustion #futility #sherlock-holmes

If we think we will have joy only by praying and singing psalms, we will be disillusioned. But if we fill our lives with simple good things and constantly thank God for them, we will be joyful, that is, full of joy. And what about our problems? When we determine to dwell on the good and excellent things in life, we will be so full of those things that they will tend to swallow our problems. ↗

— Richard J. Foster

#gratitude #joy #simplicity #life

In essentials, unity; in non-essentials, liberty; in all things, charity. ↗

— Marco Antonio De Dominis

#catholicity #church-unity #doctrine #dogma #truth

See that the mind is honest, first; the rest may follow or not as God wills. [That] the fundamental treason to the mind ... is the one fundamental treason which the scholar's mind must not allow is the bond uniting all the Oxford people in the last resort. ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#falsification #honesty #integrity #lies #oxford

I love everything that makes up a milieu, the rolling of the carriages and the noise of the workmen in Paris, the cries of a thousand birds in the country, the movement of the ships on the waters. I love also absolute, profound silence, and, in short, I love everything that is around me, no matter where I am. ↗

— George Sand

#felicity #happiness #joy #life #lightheartedness

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #raphael #beauty

He fell in love with Manhattan's skyline, like a first-time brothel guest falling for a seasoned professional. He mused over her reflections in the black East River at dusk, dawn, or darkest night, and each haloed light-in a tower or strung along the jeweled and sprawling spider legs of the Brooklyn Bridge's spans-hinted at some meaning, which could be understood only when made audible by music and encoded in lyrics. ↗

— Arthur Phillips

#love

Don't be afraid to be authentic, show up in the world as you truly are. Be as you mean to be, but be light with it. Love it, give it, share it, laugh at it, walk everywhere with it. Be in the world but not OF it. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#authenticity #love