#alec

But-" Maia, still looking over at Alec and Magnus, broke off and raised her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at- and stared. Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people- Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike- were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes wide, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth. Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too? ↗

— Cassandra Clare City of Glass

#humor #love #magnus-bane #malec #humor

I don't take much stock of detectives in novels - chaps that do things and never let you see how they do them. That's just inspiration: not business. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#chaps #detective-novels #inspector-alec-mandonald #inspiration #business

And you won’t leave me?” “No.” Alec said. “No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.” “Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely. “Lightwoods, all together.” She whispered. Jace's hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-lightwood #lightwoods #parabatai #love

For the word is dialectical in itself and at the same time is integrated into the whole of existence. By this I mean that the word is intended to be lived. ↗

— Jacques Ellul

#existence #i #integrated #intended #into

My whole deal when I do accents or dialects is I gotta fool the locals. If I fool the locals then I've done my job. ↗

— Brion James

#deal #dialects #done #fool #gotta

To that class we may leave it to refine the vernacular dialects of the country, to enrich those dialects with terms of science borrowed from the Western nomenclature, and to render them by degrees fit vehicles for conveying knowledge to the great mass of the population. ↗

— Thomas B. Macaulay

#class #conveying #country #degrees #dialects

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. ↗

— Octavio Paz

#change #dialectic #lies #neither #nor

And, indeed, even in the most tumultuous times, the plebiscites of the people always proceeded peacefully when the senate did not interfere, and votes were given with large majorities. The citizens having only one interest, the people had only one will. At the other extreme of the cycle unanimity reappears. This is when citizens, lapsed into servitude, have no longer either freedom or will. Then fear and flattery change voting into acclamation; people no longer deliberate, they worship or they curse. ↗

— Rousseau

#change

Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.” Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon #dating

Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman, but because her learning was so profound, her skills at dialectic so extensive that she reduced all who queried her to embarrassed silence. They could not argue with her, so they murdered her. ↗

— Iain Pears

#dialectics #education #greatness #hypatia-of-alexandria #knowledge