#mon

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. ~ Simon ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #birth

Samuel! Are you alright?" A vision of Samuel being brained by the falling bars rose up before Simon's eyes. Samuel's voice rose to a scream. "GO AWAY!" Simon looked sideways at Jace. "I think he means it." Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-and-simon #mortal-instruments #vision

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#vampire #vision

Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war. ↗

— Norman Mailer

#common #communism #democracy #philosophy #radical

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels-and-demons #bridges #death #depression #desperation

Money is the great tool through whose means labor and skill become universally co-operative. ↗

— Leland Stanford

#co-operative #great #labor #means #money

A diamond doesn't start out polished and shining. It once was nothing special, but with enough pressure and time, becomes spectacular. I'm that diamond. ↗

— Solange nicole

#growth #self-confidence #self-esteem #self-worth #solange

Demonisation is the ideological backbone of an unequal society. ↗

— Owen Jones

#inequality #politics #ideology

You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!” Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?” “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass. “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.” “Brown?” Isabelle made a face. “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.” Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.” “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.” “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.” “There are worse things,” Magnus observed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #men

It has been my observation that most people get ahead during the time that others waste ↗

— Henry Ford

#work #observation