#tess

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

Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #page- #tessa-gray

It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart that he could never get back. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-princess #page- #tessa-gray

I'm acting when I serve as a hostess, when I run my wig business. I was born to act, and life itself is the greatest part. ↗

— Eva Gabor

#acting #born #business #greatest #hostess

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives. ↗

— Amy Lowell

#books #core #died #essence #heart

All my life I have placed great store in civility and good manners, practices I find scarce among the often hard-edged, badly socialized scientists with whom I associate. Tone of voice means a great deal to me in the course of debate. I despise the arrogance and doting self-regard so frequently found among the very bright. ↗

— Edward O. Wilson

#bad-attitude #etiquette #good-manners #ill-mannered-scientists #impoliteness

I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.' Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said. 'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #glib #humorous #infenal-devices #jam

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life #miracles #tessa-gray #life

It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#business #easy #enemy #enough #friendly

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