The high is what you crave, what you would kill for... and believe me, you will lie to yourself until it's to late to stop.
He believed in God even if he was doubtful of men's claims to know God's mind. But that a God unable to forgive was no God at all.
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.
I walk the city, through its crush of people and its smells: body odour, rotting food, vomit and urine. A cocktail of oppression and freedom.
Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.
Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.
(Jace) "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought.
She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.
I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.
There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
And we convict almost every case, she thinks, because the law requires us to prosecute them for living their way of life.
Not that the man needed clothes. God meant for that piece of perfection to have nothing masking the luscious, tanned flesh stretched taut over beautiful muscles.
I don't have the time or the energy to hate,' says Shara. 'I only wish to understand. People are what they are.
...history, as you may know, is much like a spiral staircase that gives the illusion of going up, but never quite goes anywhere.
We all reconstruct our past because we wish to see how our present came to be our present - do we not?
You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?
One has no room for vengeance,' says Shara, 'when the eyes of the world are watching. We must be judicious, and bloodless.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.
Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.
