#lock

Omne ignotum pro magnifico, ↗

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes

Do you remember when we stood together on Blackfriars Bridge?” he asked softly, and his eyes were like that night had been, all black and silver. “Of course I remember.” “It was the moment I first knew I loved you,” Jem said. “I will make you a promise. Every year, Tessa, on one day, I will meet you on that bridge. I will come from the Silent City and I will meet you, and we will be together, if only for an hour. But you must tell no one. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#james-carstairs #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #love

—Jem es la mejor parte de mí. —Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? —Eres mi debilidad. —Y Tessa es tu corazón. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cecily-herondale #clockwork-princess #james-carstairs #tessa-gray #william-herondale

I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa #tessa-gray #will #will-herondale #tessa-gray

It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #tessa-gray

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#writing #writers-block

Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #love #the-infernal-devices #love

It is a pity he did not write in pencil. As you have no doubt frequently observed, the impression usually goes through -- a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#divorce #evidence #infidelity #marriage #pencils

[I]t is not by being richer or more powerful that a man becomes better; one is a matter of fortune, the other of virtue. Nor should she deem herself other than venal who weds a rich man rather than a poor, and desires more things in her husband than himself. Assuredly, whomsoever this concupiscence leads into marriage deserves payment rather than affection. ↗

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

#concupiscence #dignity #fortune #greed #honesty

We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love…embodying our stories page after page. In a sense, the pen was our tongue, it is how we delineate the world. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#jamie-weise #journaling #love #overcoming #pages