Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.
Ah,” said Magnus. “Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.
He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.” “He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.
The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when the Great Creator was a child himself.
If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty!
And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say: You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.
Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.
Whenever a woman strengthens the faith of a child, she contributes to the strength of a family - now and in the future.
Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.
I never feared the night, not even as a child, but Blackcliff’s night is different, heavy with a silence that makes you look over your shoulder, a silence that feels like a living thing.
Meadow's Waltz ...the meadow had become her sanctuary of spirit offering an escape from a pain no child should ever endure foreboding clouds began...
The Unexpected Gift Torn asunder from her slumber in the hour of half past three The child knew the tyrannical regime and followed instinctively. -(slice from Enigmatic Evolution)
Parting One is strong, a child now grown The other weak, a parent aged - The strong once feeble The weak once mighty - Time, the infinity has marked them...
Oh, I guess I'm physically able to father a child. That's not what I'm thinking. I'm too closely married to a quiet reading lamp".
Because never in my entire childhood did I feel like a child. I felt like a person all along―the same person that I am today.
History, the way the teachers liked it, was a racetrack, a straight shot from start to finish line; life itself was more of a maze.
I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.
Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in a few seconds and never lose the stars in her eyes.
Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.
