#rum

No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#blame #cassandra-clare #city-of-lost-souls #guilt #the-mortal-instruments

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #love

I am a rare species, not a stereotype. ↗

— Ivan E. Coyote

#gay #gender-bending #gender-spectrum #labels #lesbian

You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out of this dust you have created a personal image, and have forgotten about the essence of your true origin ↗

— Rumi

#iran #persian-poetry #rumi #rumi-poetry #originality

Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows. ↗

— Rumi

#metaphysics #rumi #metaphysics

What you seek is seeking you. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #sufi #attraction

Magnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #cat

Wenna followed us out. "You've done him some good, Clary, I have to say! He's got color in his cheeks, and he's stepping along as if he was sixty again," she told Goodwin as she walked us to the gate. "You'll come back?" "Of course," Goodwin said. "But thank Cooper for his improved spirits. Once he'd insulted her a few times, he was in the pink. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#elderly #grumpy-old-man #visit #improvement

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. “Ladies, ladies ” he said. Though it was the millionth time she’d heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. “If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass-outtake #eric #mortal-instruments #simon-lewis #laughter

When you are rich and powerful, no one will challenge you to your face or give you a chance to explain yourself. All the whispers are behind your back. You are left with no means of clearing your own name. And after a while you realize there is no point in even attempting to do so. No one wants the truth. All anyone wants is the chance to add more fuel to the fires of gossip. The whispers become so loud that sometimes you think you will drown in them. ↗

— Amanda Quick

#rumors #truth #gossip