#hero

He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest. ↗

— Lia Davis

#hero #magic #paranormal-romance #witches #men

He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #woolsey-scott #love

Love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest and bravest acts are done for love. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#piper-mclean #the-lost-hero #love

He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#on-the-bridge #will-herondale #love

He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tenderness #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

For this I would have been damned forever. For this I would have given up everything. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #shadowhunters #the-infernal-devices #tid #will-herondale

We love our superheroes because they refuse to give up on us. We can analyze them out of existence, kill them, ban them, mock them, and still they return, patiently reminding us of who we are and what we wish we could be. ↗

— Grant Morrison

#love

–Mi consciencia, –susurró Will. –Tú eres mi consciencia. Siempre lo has sido, James Carstairs. Haré esto por ti, pero primero voy a conseguir una promesa. –¿Qué clase de promesa? –Me pediste hace años que cese de buscar una cura para ti, –dijo Will. –Quiero que me liberes de esa promesa. Déjame mirar, al menos. Libérame para buscar. Jem miró con cierto asombro. –Justo cuando creo que te conozco perfectamente, me sorprendes de nuevo. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#parabatai #spanish #will-herondale #spanish