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But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?


Mark Twain


#common #eighteen #had #humanity #most

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.


Cassandra Clare


#clary-fray #humor #simon-lewis #humor

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.


Cassandra Clare


#humor #jocelyn-fray #simon-lewis #humor

A good friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting next to you Saying, 'Damn. We fucked up.


Cheyenne McCray


#demons-not-included #humor #humor

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.'-Jace 'Just break the door down, will you?'-Clary


Cassandra Clare


#clary-fray #flirting #humor #jace-wayland #humor

Father, we come to You, Father, in the name of the Father, Father we come to You, Father, Father, just, just, Father, Father...' You don't talk to you friends like that. 'Ed, Ed, come over, Ed, Ed, Ed, you are, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, Ed, ooh, Ed, Ed, Ed' - he wouldn't be your friend anymore if you did that! Like, 'You keep saying Ed...my name's Joe!


Tim Hawkins


#humor #praying #humor

Writing is hard. Not as hard as not writing. Not writing is torturous, bloody, chaotic and a gruesome winless battle. A writer who writes, knows peace, lives connected to truth. Not writing is ache, betrayal, death of the soul and imagination.


Coco J. Ginger


#betrayal #death #imagination #jamie-weise #love

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.


Cassandra Clare


#death #memories #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death

It’s me,” said Jace. “Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.


Cassandra Clare


#jace-wayland #imagination

I am unable to believe in a God susceptible to prayer. I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits, and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.


Quentin Crisp


#imagination






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