The man raised his glass, 'To you!' Can't you think of a wittier toast?' Something was beginning to irritate him about the girl's game. Now sitting face to face with her, he realized it wasn't just the which were turning her into a stranger, but that...
One practical way to do this is to look at other people and ask yourself if you are really seeing them of just your thought about them. Sometimes our thoughts act like dream glasses. When we have them on, we see dream children, dream husband, dream w...
Christ is born, my wise Solomon, my wretched pen-pusher! Don´t go picking things over with a needle! Is He born or isn´t He? Of course He is born, don´t be daft. If you take a magnifying glass and look at your drinking water-an engineer told me th...
At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes. " , Shadowhunter," he said.
In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.
Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.
I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.
Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est
What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.
You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
I'd found him, and he was mine - cute little bugger that he was, messed up glasses, funky shoes and all.
Honor Lost Ambulant sunshine pierced the soot covered glass ~ the feeble man wandered by in this ritual morning pass ...
When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work, but the solidest things we can know.
There was a crash like the falling parts of a dream fashioned out of warped glass, mirrors, and crystal prisms.
I like to see the glass as half full, hopefully of jack daniels.
Val had a horrific image of Lisa peering through a magnifying glass like a grotesquely teenybopper version of Nancy Drew — in jeggings.
Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.
That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
Unfortunately, mortal life is very fragile, and very short. Yours could be shorter than usual.
The glass is always completely full-half air and half liquid.
