#dal

There is only this one life going on, this one loving, all giving, perfect intelligence. This one perfect pattern of infinite potential, and as it emerges, where there is resistance, or in some cases where there is a need to develop certain abilities in this three dimensional realm called human existence, it appears like crisis, it appears like problems, it appears like bad things.But when you really understand this oneness, you get to understand and discover that, in fact, all of it is really a conspiracy of good; a conspiracy of wholeness. All of it is conspiring to awaken you to your full potential and set you free. ↗

— Derek Rydall

#emergence #law-of-emergence #selfhelp #spirituality #intelligence

If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won't be enough. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

A woman's got one life: She's got to reach out and grab it with both hands, or it'll pass her by and leave nothing but a smelly old fart in her face. ↗

— Robin Schone

#history #romance #scandalous-lovers #women #life

I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart Tessa. I would give over my own life for either of yours. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life

It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life

In order to lead a meaningful life, you need to cherish others, pay attention to human values and try to cultivate inner peace. ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#human-values #inner-peace #meaning-of-life #life

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fire #love #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love

What is this?” he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. “This… this… thing?” “A parsnip?” Jem suggested. “A parsnip planted in Satan’s own garden.” said Will. He glanced about. “I don’t suppose there’s a dog I could feed it to.” “There don’t seem to be any pets about,” Jem—who loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church—observed. “Probably all poisoned by parsnips,” said Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?" "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love