Nothing is miserable unless you think it so; and on the other hand, nothing brings happiness unless you are content with it.
A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus. “I’m Gabriel.” Magnus waved a hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.
Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk.
She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant. 'The power to heal is the power to destroy,' she said with the faintest smile.
Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.
I really do think with my pen, because my head often knows nothing about what my hand is writing.
Always put the unknown future into the hands of the known God. He has the key it will take to unlock your locked doors.
I can count all the lovers I've had on one hand...if I'm holding a calculator.
Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.
She was falling apart beneath my hands, and I was falling apart beneath her. My power was her power, and together, we sent each other soaring.
The future hovered in front of her, and she rode Cruise towards it, her hands steady on the reins and her head among the clouds.
When the corruption seems to go all the way to the end of the world, the only good approach is through the front door with a gun in each hand.
If travel were so inspiring and informing a business...then the wisest men in the world would be deck hands on tramp steamers, Pullman porters, and Mormon missionaries.
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.
Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.”
There is something about the state putting the power to bully into the hands of subnormal, sadistic apes that makes my blood boil.
You aren't getting my cock until you come again. I want you to come so hard my whole hand is wet with it.
If I weren’t a gentleman, I would pound you into the ground right now.” He unfisted his hands in order to dismiss the temptation.
