#light

The light of love is the brightest, because it shines into those who contact it and purify their soul. It is also dangerous in the fact that when you come into contact with it just once, you can't truly live life if it is to leave. ↗

— Shannan Jacoby

#light #love #purify #shine #soul

Does she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't." Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #love

One thing: you have to walk, and create the way by your walking; you will not find a ready-made path. It is not so cheap, to reach to the ultimate realization of truth. You will have to create the path by walking yourself; the path is not ready-made, lying there and waiting for you. It is just like the sky: the birds fly, but they don't leave any footprints. You cannot follow them; there are no footprints left behind. ↗

— Osho

#consciouness #enlightenment #evolution #guru #healing

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. ↗

— Erich Segal

#banners #bells #checked #comes #ears

I just don't see why the past has to matter. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#history #love #magnus-bane #past #love

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#june #light #love-poetry #poetry #silence

Dear Alec & Magnus, It's Izzy. Got your card. Glad you're having fun. Nothing's happening here-Clary's mom is marrying some werewolf. I think you guys should get married too. I'm thinking about planing it. I love planing parties. -Isabelle ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #magnus-bane #postcards #love

Happiness, satisfaction, fulfillment, joy, love... All these things work the same way. The more you search for them, the less likely you are to find them. ↗

— Patrick Rhone

#love

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-lightwood #love

Izzy," said Jace, as they neared the pond, and she jumped up and spun around. Her smile was dazzling. "Jace!" She flew at him and hugged him. Now that was the way sisters were supposed to act, Clary thought. Not all stiff and weird and peculiar, but happy and loving. Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression. "Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing." "I'm fine." Clary abandoned the attempt. "Are you sure? You looked sort of… contorted. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #simon-lewis #love