#clock

Eres como yo. Dices las cosas que pienso pero nunca digo en voz alta. Lees los libros que leo. Amas la poesía que yo amo. Me haces reír con tus canciones ridículas y la forma en que lo ves todo. Siento como si pudieras mirar dentro de mí y ver todos los lugares en los que soy extraña o inusual y adaptas tu corazón alrededor de ellos porque eres extraño e inusual de la misma forma. Somos lo mismo. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #princesa-mecanica #tessa-gray #will-herondale #manga

Not all that is mortal is useless. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#infernal-devices #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Your place is with me,” Jem said. “It always will be.” “What do you mean?” He flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. “I mean,” he said, “Tessa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Tessa sat bolt upright. “Jem!” They stared at each other for a moment. At last he said, trying for lightness, though his voice cracked, “That was not a no, I suppose, though neither was it a yes.” “You can’t mean it.” “I do mean it.” “You can’t—I’m not a Shadowhunter. They’ll expel you from the Clave—” He took a step closer to her, his eyes eager. “You may not be precisely a Shadowhunter. But you are not a mundane either, nor provably a Downworlder. Your situation is unique, so I do not know what the Clave will do. But they cannot forbid something that is not forbidden by the Law. They will have to take your—our—individual case into consideration, and that could take months. In the meantime they cannot prevent our engagement.” “You are serious.” Her mouth was dry. “Jem, such a kindness on your part is indeed incredible. It does you credit. But I cannot let you sacrifice yourself in that way for me.” “Sacrifice? Tessa, I love you. I want to marry you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #love #marriage #tessa-gray #love

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me. ↗

— Tallulah Bankhead

#come #five #i #late #love

For love is as strong as death. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#death

Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author. ↗

— Jean de la Bruyere

#book #clock #craft #like #making

Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing. ↗

— Jane Birkin

#any #both #cast #clock #come

The reporter is the daily prisoner of clocked facts. On all working days, he is expected to do his best in one swift swipe at each story. ↗

— Jim Bishop

#clocked #daily #days #each #expected

And I know this happens because I took economics, and I'd explain it to ya, but I flunked that course. Not my fault. They taught it at 8 o'clock in the morning. And there is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bloodshot eye. ↗

— Lewis Black

#absolutely nothing #because #clock #course #economics

If I'm at home for the weekend - and that is almost never - I tend to get twitchy at about eight o'clock in the evening because my body clock is timed to go on stage. I don't know what to do with myself. ↗

— Jimmy Carr

#almost #because #body #clock #eight