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Cassandra Clare

  • Lovely Dhillonцитируетв прошлом году
    e. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship."
  • Milicaцитирует2 года назад
    Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
  • Milicaцитирует2 года назад
    His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will’s were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
  • Milicaцитирует2 года назад
    “Sometimes,” Jem said, “our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered—that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you, though, from experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can’t imagine, or even really remember, how things were before.”
  • Carolina Murkцитирует2 года назад
    “that love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.”
  • Lyraцитирует2 года назад
    There are sicknesses that walk in darkness; and there are exterminating angels, that fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature; whom we cannot see, but we feel their force, and sink under their sword.
    —Jeremy Taylor, “A Funeral Sermon”
  • Lyraцитирует2 года назад
    She made an impatient noise. “By the Angel, you don’t know anything about your kind, do you? Do you even really know how vampires are made?”

    “Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much…”

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  • Lyraцитирует2 года назад
    If he hadn’t cared about Jace’s mother, why marry her? If he’d hated the Circle so much, why hadn’t he left it? Valentine had been a madman, but at least he’d stood by his principles.
  • Lyraцитирует2 года назад
    His mind spun frantically as he said the words to himself, over and over. It had become a sort of chant for him, and like any chant, the words had started to lose their individual meanings.

    I’m not like Valentine. I don’t want to be like him. I won’t be like him. I won’t.
  • Lyraцитирует2 года назад
    Maybe people could never really change.
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