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as it had become quickly apparent on the first day of their journey that Will needed the entire other side for dramatic gesturing.
I love him.
people do not want to hear complicated stories. They want simple stories, in which people are either good or evil, and no one good ever makes a mistake, and no one evil ever repents.”
...the nuance is the best part
Instead he sighed and resorted to the last bulwark of an Englishman under stress. “Tea?” he suggested.
Always the answer
You love as your father loves: wholly, without conditions or hesitancy. To use that as a weapon is blasphemy.
Crying
No. Don’t wake him, Jem said, and even though his speech was silent, there was a gentleness in the way he thought about Will that was for Will alone.
crying again
Believe me, I am well acquainted with the self-sacrificing nature of Herondale men.
Too true
remember that there are good and beautiful things in this world, always. And mistakes do not take them from us; nothing takes them from us. They are eternal.”
Matthew always hitting with the wise painful words
If you believe what you say, remember that it is true for you, too.
…
“Here” was Will’s office. That is to say, it was a room with fewer books than the Institute library, more books than most other rooms, and a tall slatted chair that could roll around the shelves on wheels.
Sounds right
“How much love people have denied themselves through the ages because they believed they did not deserve it. As if the waste of love is not the greater tragedy.”
!
Nothing affordable was livable, and nothing livable was affordable.
Felt that girlie
he caught sight of Christopher down the stacks, where he had carefully arranged a pile of books as a stepstool so he could reach something else on a top shelf.
Why is Kit so wholesome
We all carry a light inside ourselves. It burns with the flame of our souls. But there are other people in our lives who add their own flames to ours, creating a brighter conflagration.”
:,)
“I am not sure we choose who we love,” said Cordelia, turning toward the door. “I rather think love is something like a book written just for us, a sort of holy text it is given to us to interpret.”
<3
He was the last of the Merry Thieves left in this world, Cordelia realized with a dull horror.
NAH THIS IS TOO MUCH HURT
I will always stand up for you, and if ghosts decide to attend our parabatai ceremony, I will invite them around for tea afterward.”
:,)
“No one tells me what to do!” Bridget shouted back. “The sword!”
BADASS QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
even after unimaginable loss, one continued: life had to be lived, and one learned to bear one’s scars.
Ugh Cassandra the truth hurts
They spoke of Bridget Daly, the mundane who had been stricken by unearthly lightning, and of what changes might be worked in her, if any.
Ah, alas… the answer to Bridget being alive for SO DAMN LONG.
Belial grinned, his teeth white and sharp. “Delightful,” he said. “I will owe you a favor, then, Silent One.”
Ahhh… another long awaited answer
Our failings are always more monstrous in our own eyes than any others’; in the eyes of those who love us, we are forgiven.”
“There is a terrible selfish part of me that wants you to stay here in London, but I suppose we cannot keep you to ourselves when the rest of the world is pining away for you to brighten it up.”
<3
He held a stack of charred paper in his hand. “I have just,” he said, by way of greeting, “received a seventh fire-message from my father.” He shuffled through the pages. “In this one, he says they are running late and they are ten minutes away. In this one, they are nine minutes away. In this one, they are eight minutes away. In this one…”
Will Herondale … bffr
“No, in this one he wants to know if we have enough mustard.”
please .
