Dreams can be dangerous things.
Dreams can be dangerous things.
Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.
She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it for the first time - the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath.
Will suspected Jem was in fact cleverer than he was himself - but he lacked Will's tendency to assume the absolute worst about people and proceed from there.
Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand...
Inanimate objects are harmless indeed...but one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.
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.
With God on your side, what does luck matter?
For that was what love was, wasn't it - to burn bright in someone else's eyes?
It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.
That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?
You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.
Goodness, my nose is enormous, Jessamine exclaimed. Why didn't anyone tell me?
It is not the same thing to be good and to be kind.
That though he is weak, he can still burn.
You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.
Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it.
It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.
The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs. - William Herondale
You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.
He always lived in his head. He never cared about how things were, only how they would be, someday, when he had everything he wanted. When we had everything we wanted.
It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.
You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance", Jem said.
He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.
It's okay to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth loving.
There are more things in Heaven and earth than dreamt of in your philosophy.
You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.
He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.
Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't say I mind either.
There was a man who was worthless, and knew he was worthless, and yet however far down he tried to sink his soul, there was always some part of him capable of great action.
Anger, Tessa thought, was satisfying in its own way, when you gave in to it. There was something gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.
Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistress.
There was a time I thought I was a ferret.
Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn't seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.
Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.
There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.
Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.
His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
Maybe I want a black eye. Did you think of that?
Unless there was a reason for me to stay.
Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.
How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.
Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.
Were you thinking about eating me?
Demon pox. There's always demon pox.
I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.
No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.
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