#ray

Never pray for justice, because you might get some. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#get #justice #might #never #pray

Do not seek revenge and call it justice. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#justice

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. ↗

— Mineko Iwasaki

#heartbreak #heartbreak

It's very easy to get a boy to leave the room. It's much harder to get him to leave your thoughts. ↗

— Elizabeth Eulberg

#heartbreak #lizzie #wick #heartbreak

Oh, come on, Jace," Clary said. "You can't wait for perfect behavior from everyone. Adults screw up too. Go back to the Institute and talk to her rationally. Be a man." "I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead." "Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #luke #job

Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #magnus-bane-tessa-gray #the-infernal-devices #library

This could be the last night of our lives, certainly the last even barely ordinary one. The last night we go to sleep and get up just as we always have. And all I could think of was that I wanted to spend it with you." Her heart skipped a beat. "Jace-" "I don't mean it like that," he said. "I won't touch you, not if you don't want me to. I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life." There was desperation in his voice. "It's just this one night. In the grand scheme of things, how much can this one night matter?" ...There was nothing she had ever wanted in her life more than she wanted this night with Jace. "Close the curtains, then, before you come to bed," she said. "I can't sleep with this much light in the room. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #life

He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the manor except to snap out directions, telling her which way to turn at a fork in the road, or ordering her to skirt a pothole. Even then she doubted if he would have minded much if she'd fallen into the pothole, except that it would have slowed them down. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-and-clary #jace-wayland #doubt

Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#maia #new-jersey #toxic-sludge #waiting

Et tu, Brute? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#brutus #julius-caesar #shakespeare #shakespeare