#stairs

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #nothing

I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #infernal-devices #jem-carstairs #will-herondale #problems

Jem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the destination in the distance, or one would never reach one’s goal. Will closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that Jem was right, but it was hard to remember, when the goal that he sought was the girl that he loved. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

I don't know how to live in the world as a Shadowhunter without Will. I don't think i even want to. I am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #wem #will-herondale #will-herondale

Our souls are knit. We are one person, James. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #will-herondale #will-herondale

Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.” “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #jessamine-lovelace #will-herondale #words

So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. 'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jessa #wem #will-herondale #love

Nothing makes a man feel older than to hear a band coming up the street and not to have the impulse to rush downstairs and out on to the sidewalk. ↗

— Robert Benchley

#coming #downstairs #feel #hear #impulse

The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? ↗

— Bette Davis

#best #best time #crawford #down #ever

She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants. And then there was Camille. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jem-carstairs #magnus-bane #tessa-gray #will-herondale