#gray

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder. ↗

— William Golding

#gray #keep #me #over #peer

Nothing dates one so dreadfully as to think someplace is uptown. At our age one must be watchful of these conversational gray hairs. ↗

— Ruth Gordon

#conversational #dates #dreadfully #gray #gray hairs

Fair use is always going to be a gray area, and it should be. We need to allow for things we can't see yet. ↗

— Robin Gross

#always #area #fair #going #gray

It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gray-book #humor #jace #humor

Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" "I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it." "But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humor #jem-carstairs #teasing #tessa-gray #will-herondale

So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.' 'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#humour #nathaniel-gray #will-herondale #wit #eating

They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. “What?” “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.” “I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #soul

It is not time for mirth and laughter, the cold, gray dawn of the morning after. ↗

— George Ade

#cold #dawn #gray #laughter #mirth

The color of truth is gray. ↗

— Andre Gide

#gray #truth #truth is