#instruments

Instead, in the absence of respect for human rights, science and its offspring technology have been used in this century as brutal instruments for oppression. ↗

— John Charles Polanyi

#been #brutal #century #human #human rights

There are some lawyers who think of themselves as basically instruments of whoever their clients are, and they pride themselves on their professional craft. ↗

— Cass Sunstein

#clients #craft #instruments #lawyers #pride

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #love

A symphony is a stage play with the parts written for instruments instead of for actors. ↗

— Colin Henry Wilson

#instruments #parts #play #stage #stage play

Philosophical theories or ideas, as points of view, instruments of criticism, may help us to gather up what might otherwise pass unregarded by us. ↗

— Walter Pater

#gather #help #ideas #instruments #may

I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#declarations-of-love #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments #life

Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#apartment #cassandra-clare #city-of-lost-souls #funny #humor

Simon!" Clary shouted, and seized his arm. "What?" Simon looked alarmed. "I'm not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn't a very attractive woman, for her age. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#funny #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #age

You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"- he laughed soundlessly and without any humor- "to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#mortal-instruments #family

...; Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She ran toward him. Forgetting how upset she'd been when he'd left, and forgetting how angry he'd been with her for bringing them here, forgetting everything but how glad she was to see him. He looked surprised for a moment as she barreled toward him- then he smiled, and put his arms out, and picked her up as he hugged her, the way he'd done when she'd been very small. He smelled like blood and flannel and smoke, and for a moment she closed her eyes, thinking of the way Alec had grabbed onto Jace the moment he'd seen him in the Hall, because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, becaused no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you. And what she had said to Valentine was true. Luke was her family. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#family #mortal-instruments #valentine #family