#light

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

who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#balloon #flowers #hot-air-balloon #luna #lunar

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs. ↗

— Roman Payne

#love-songs #morning #paris #quote #roman-payne

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bromance #love #magnus-bane #the-mortal-instruments #unrequited-love

I’ll be your friend in daylight. I’ll treat you as a comrade in every gas-lit ballroom. But alone, under moonlight, I’ll not pretend that I want you for anything but mine. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love #moonlight #romance #unlocked #love

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #love #simon-lewis #love

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love

I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#rosalie #twilight #love

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#love #rainbow #love

My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco, ↗

— Janet Evanovich

#spanish