#rum

Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #kissed #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #magnus-bane

Kenapa selama ini orang praktis terlupa akan burung gereja, daun asam, harum tanah: benda-benda nyata yang, meskipun sepele, memberi getar pada hidup dengan tanpa cincong? Tidakkah itu juga sederet rahmat, sebuah bahan yang sah untuk percakapan, untuk pemikiran, untuk puisi—seperti kenyatan tentang cinta dan mati? (Caping 2, h. 72) ↗

— Goenawan Mohamad

#cinta #daun-asam #getar #harum-tanah #hidup

As an instrument for practical action, law is responsive to the wisdom of its time, which may be wrong, but it carries forward, sometimes in opposition to this wisdom or passion, a memory of received values. ↗

— Edward Levi

#carries #forward #instrument #law #may

Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-lost-souls #clary-fray #funny #humor #jace-lightwood

Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cat #church #city-of-lost-souls #humor #pretence

the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #mortal-instruments #sarcasm #humor

I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?" "I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so...so...shiny. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #maia #mortal-instruments #humor

Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#the-mortal-instruments #love

Life can be seen through several spectrums of light, but it’s the person who is doing the soul searching that defines what they may see. ↗

— Nadège Richards

#lessons-in-life #life #light #love #soul

Get going. Move forward. Aim High. Plan a takeoff. Don't just sit on the runway and hope someone will come along and push the airplane. It simply won't happen. Change your attitude and gain some altitude. Believe me, you'll love it up here. ↗

— Donald Trump

#donald-trump #inspiration #motivation #positive-thinking #positivity