#isabel

All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?" "No," said Jace. "Do you think Hodge will want any soup?" "No one wants any soup." "I want some soup," Simon said. "No, you don't," said Jace. "You just want to sleep with Isabelle." Simon was appalled. "That is not true." "How flattering," Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. "Oh, yes it is," said Jace. "Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation." He snapped his fingers. "Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #simon-lewis #jace-wayland

In the end it was Shadowhunting they had bonded over—a shared love of sharp-edged weapons, gleaming seraph blades, the painful pleasure of burning Marks, the thought-numbing swiftness of battle. When Alec had wanted to go out hunting alone with Jace, leaving Izzy behind, Jace had spoken up for her: “We need her with us; she’s the best there is. Aside from me, of course.” She had loved him just for that. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Our Negro problem, therefore, is not of the Negro's making. No group in our population is less responsible for its existence. But every group is responsible for its continuance.... Both races need to understand that their rights and duties are mutual and equal and their interests in the common good are idential.... There is no help or healing in apparaising past responsibilities or in present apportioning of praise or blame. The past is of value only as it aids in understanding the present; and an understanding of the facts of the problem--a magnanimous understanding by both races--is the first step toward its solution. ↗

— Isabel Wilkerson

#isabel-wilkerson #race #race-relations #equality

It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#envy

Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #the-mortal-instruments #tmi #love

That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fun #humor #isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #humor

Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names." "Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#investigation #isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #joke #humor

Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fatal #humor #isabelle-lightwood #pasta #humor

Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella-s-imagination #seduction-and-scandal #death

Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #isabelle #funny