#lewis

You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#confidence

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #cat

It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #quip #simon-lewis #weakness

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass-outtake #eric #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #laughter

To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that all is well. ↗

— William Nicholson

#god #pain #suffering #dreams

You're not gay, are you? If I were, I would dress better. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gay-stereotypes #simon-lewis #stereotypes

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#fiction #lewis-carroll #through-the-looking-glass #young-adult #young-adult-fiction

They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels

But how can the characters in a play guess the plot? We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage. To play well the scenes in which we are "on" concerns us much more than to guess about the scenes that follow it. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#c-s-lewis #life #living #play #religion

So you’re trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she’s unhappy in the first place is you,” said Simon. “That seems contradictory, doesn’t it?” “Love is a contradiction,” said Jace. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #love