#dal

Will!” He turned at the familiar voice and saw Tessa. There was a small path cut along the side of the hill, lined with unfamiliar white flowers, and she was walking up it, toward him. Her long brown hair blew in the wind — she had taken off her straw bonnet, and held it in one hand, waving it at him and smiling as if she were glad to see him. His own heart leaped up at the sight of her. “Tess,” he called. But she was still such a distance away — she seemed both very near and very far suddenly and at the same time. He could see every detail of her pretty, upturned face, but could not touch her, and so he stood, waiting and desiring, and his heart beat like the wings of seagulls in his chest. At last she was there, close enough that he could see where the grass and flowers bent beneath the tread of her shoes. He reached out for her — ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #path

For even the very wise cannot see all ends. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#prophecy #unanticipated #wise

Dear God, woman,"said Will. "Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#herondale #tessa #will #questions

He taught me there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink a blade in, you can pierce his heart and sever his spine, all at once,' Sebastian had said. 'I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother,' Jace thought. 'Didn't we? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #herondale #jace #lightwood #morganstern

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #london

Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I —” “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.” Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —” “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —” “Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #loneliness #mistakes #will-herondale #forgiveness

Jem shook his head. "You bit de Quincey" he said. "You fool. He's a VAMPIRE" "I had no choice" said Will " He was choking me" "I know" Jem said. " But really Will, AGAIN? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #choice

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#gandalf #hope #doubt

I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long-term happiness to our lives. I’m not talking about the short-term gratification of pleasures like sex, drugs or gambling (though I’m not knocking them), but something that will bring true and lasting happiness. The kind that sticks. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#happiness #harm-reduction #talking

Nice work in there, Herondale, setting the place on fire,” Gabriel observed. “Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation.” “Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?” Will demanded with mock horror. “Clearly I have done something wrong. Or not doing something wrong as the case may be.” He banged on the side of the carriage. “Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #observation