#tess

The universal medicine for the Soul is the Supreme Reason and Absolute Justice; for the mind, mathematical and practical Truth; for the body, the Quintessence, a combination of light and gold. ↗

— Albert Pike

#body #combination #gold #justice #light

My father was the quintessential husband and dad. ↗

— Sidney Poitier

#father #husband #quintessential

When I look at pictures when I was younger, I do the quintessential cringe. ↗

— Rachel Roy

#i #i do #look #pictures #quintessential

War is not the quintessential emergency in which man has to prove himself, as my generation learned at its school desks in the days of the Kaiser; rather, peace is the emergency in which we all have to prove ourselves. ↗

— Gustav Heinemann

#desks #emergency #generation #himself #learned

You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#reading #reading-books #tessa-gray #will-herondale #character

Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #jem #tessa #will #dog

Sophie did this?" He said, not for the first time. They were standing at the foot of Jessamine's bed. She lay flung upon it, her chest rising and falling slowly like the famous Sleeping Beauty waxwork or Madame du Barry. Her fair hair was scattered on the pillow, and a large, bloody welt ran across her forehead. Each of her wrists was tied to a post of the bed. "Our Sophie?" Tessa glanced over at Sophie, who was sitting in a chair by the door. Her head was down, and she was staring at her hands. She studiously avoided looking at Tessa or Will. "Yes,"Tessa said, "and do stop repeating it." " I think i may be in love with you, Sophie," said Will. "Marriage could be on the cards." Sophie whimpered. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#sophie #tessa-gray #will-herondale #beauty

if no one alive love you, then do you really exist at all? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers. He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile. "Mizpah," he said. She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?" "A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #tessa-gray #love

She shuddered. “Oh, no. I hate chocolate.” Will looked horrified. “What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #humor