#liam

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bravery #clockwork-princess #ducks #tessa-gray #william-herondale

They do not love, that do not show their love. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#friends #gratitude #insparational #love #william-shakespeare

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#william-herondale #will-herondale

Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass, Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs, And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made Of opal and ruhy and pale chrysolite Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings, Sweet with all music, out of his long hair, Because her hands had been made wild by love. When Midhir's wife had changed her to a fly, He made a harp with Druid apple-wood That she among her winds might know he wept; And from that hour he has watched over none But faithful lovers. ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#change

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#the-infernal-devices #will-herondale #william-herondale #marriage

Rosalind: “So you don't want me either?” Rosalind flung up her hands. “Good! Because I am tiered of dealing with men. I really don't need any of you!” Rhys: “That's the spirit, my lady. Keep that up and we'll all be wishing you to the devil very shortly. ↗

— Kate Pearce

#rosalind-llewellyn #men

We believed that growth through Local Government, and perhaps through some special machinery for bringing the wishes and influence of women of all classes to bear on Parliament, other than the Parliamentary vote, was the real line of progress. ↗

— Mary A. Ward

#believed #bringing #classes #government #growth

I have a tendency to evolve into William Shatner, with my big fat face. ↗

— Jason Bateman

#evolve #face #fat #i #into

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#piece-of-work #quintessence-of-dust #shakespeare #soliloquy #william-shakespeare

The president of the branch in Atlanta was a pastor of a church, the Reverend Sam Williams, a wonderful guy. He was middle-class and fairly militant for the time and place. ↗

— Julian Bond

#branch #church #fairly #guy #middle-class