#stairs

I spend a lot of time working as a painter and in my studio I go from upstairs where I paint to downstairs where I play and record, so I get this thing crossing over. ↗

— Andy Summers

#downstairs #get #go #i #lot

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #love

For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #will-herondale

She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #jem-carstairs #page- #tessa-gray

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#ahead #anything #beyond #concepts #emerges

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall. ↗

— J. M. Barrie

#equal #equality #hall #his #lordship

Jem and Will had set up camp on one of the long tables in the back of the library, ostensibly to help advise her, but more likely, it seemed, to mock and be amused by her consternation. “You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.” “I do not walk like a duck.” “I like ducks,” Jem observed diplomatically. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” “They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #business

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra #clare #clockwork #herondale #jem

Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame. That's what I believe. (Jem Carstairs, p.283) ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #love #who-you-are #design