#stairs

ー¿Te importaría si toco para ti ahora? ーSabes que amo escucharte tocar. ーEra verdad. Ella siempre amo escucharlo hablar de su violín, pensó que así entendía un poco mas de él. Ella podía escucharlo hablar apasionadamente por horas de breas, clavijas, desplazamientos, la posición de los dedos y de la tendencia de la cuerda La a romperse- sin sentirse aburrida. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#james-carstairs #tessa-gray #tid #tessa-gray

— Jem es la mejor parte de mí. No espero que lo entiendas. Le debo esto. –Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? –preguntó Cecily. Will exhaló, demasiado irritado consigo mismo para comprobarlo. –Eres mi debilidad. –Y Tessa es tu corazón – dijo ella, no con enojo sino pensativamente. –No soy una tonta, como te dije – agregó por su expresión de sorpresa. –Sé que la amas. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #will-herondale #tessa-gray

When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you," he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#farewell #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#bread #down #find #hard #how

I was on the stairs coming down when she let him in. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#down #him #i #she #stairs

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace. Will had opened his blue eyes that never lost their colour over all the passing years, and looked at Jem and then Tessa, and smiled, and died, with Tessa's head on his shoulder and and his hand in Jem's. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #death

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

#books #everywhere #i #only #piles

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check. ↗

— M. C. Escher

#achieve #attempt #basement #check #go

Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It's a city with buildings and towers and roads. There's a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau. ↗

— Tony Curtis

#becomes #buildings #city #crowded #different

There would be nights when I would wake up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I would go downstairs and write. The staff had a pool going on how many pages of typing I would bring in here in the morning. ↗

— Harold H. Greene

#bring #downstairs #get #go #going