#city

They think they're better than everyone else." "No," said Jace. "I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence." Kyle looked at Simon. "Does he always talk like this?" "Yes. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #jordan-kyle #simon-lewis #city

It is very strange that the years teach us patience - that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting. ↗

— Elizabeth Taylor

#greater #lfe #our #patience #shorter

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#comfort #crying #city

Simon looked from one of them to the other, and shook his head. “ When did you two get so buddy-buddy? Last night it was all, ‘I’m the most elite warrior!’ ‘ No, I’m the most elite warrior!’ And today you’re playing Halo and giving each other props for good ideas. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #play

When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#misattributed #tenacity #end

You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your- ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #isabelle-lightwood #the-mortal-instruments #law

Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --" "He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #isabelle-lightwood #loyalty #the-mortal-instruments #effort

Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire his kiss, she won’t be free. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#faerie #fairies #free

Mother." Alec's voice as he interrupted his mother was firm, implacable, and not unkind. "Father. There's something I have to tell you." He smiled at them. "I'm seeing someone." Robert Lightwood looked at his son with some exasperation. "Alec," he said. "This is hardly the time." "Yes, it is. This is important. You see, I'm not just seeing anyone." Words seemed to be pouring out of Alec in a torrent, while his parents looked on in confusion. Isabelle and Magnus were staring at him with expressions of nearly identical astonishment. "I'm seeing a Downworlder. In fact, I'm seeing a war—" Magnus's fingers moved, quick as a flash of light, in Alec's direction. There was a faint shimmer in the air around Alec — his eyes rolled up — and he dropped to the floor, felled like a tree. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #parenting

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact. ↗

— George Eliot

#blessings #loquacity #remaining-silent #reticence #silence