#work

Don't you ever get tired of reading?" she asked. "You could hardly be called good company! Don't you know that, with women, you're supposed to make conversation?" she added; her half smile was perhaps meant to be ironic, though to Amedeo, who at that moment would have paid anything rather than give up his novel, it seemed downright threatening. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#lectophilia #mixed-marriages-never-work #reading #relationship-nightmare #run-away

All the real work is done in the rehearsal period. ↗

— Donald Pleasence

#period #real #real work #rehearsal #work

Do what you do only for God's sake, start for God's sake, work for God's sake, and act within the sphere of God's good approval. ↗

— Said Nursi

#allah #do #god #religion #work

Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni hen piao liang.” “What did you say?” Tessa was curious. “I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #smile

She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #smile

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jessamine-lovelace #journalism #newspapers #will-herondale #society

Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #william-herondale #character

At any time, you can rethink your life and reinvent yourself. “ “Choose your words better and say/affirm exclusively what you aspire to create in your life.“ “Dare to dream and dare to stand out. Get off the beaten path. ↗

— Denise Pitre

#destiny #fear #healing #health #job

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