#tess

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time. ↗

— John Berger

#chosen #emigration #experience #forced #frontiers

I feel like if you're a girl in the South, you know 'Gone with the Wind' better than anything. Scarlett O'Hara is such a quintessential Southern woman. ↗

— Leslie Bibb

#better #feel #girl #gone #gone with the wind

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #poetry #tessa-gray #love

You're my girl, Tessa Crimson. You'll always be my girl" He brought me close to him and wrapped me up in his arms, staring down into my face. "And even if we aren't together, that won't change. ↗

— Suzanne Young

#tessa #change

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 was a hostess in a restaurant in New York when I was 21, and I was too good of an employee. I was putting most of my energy into that instead of acting. But my father told my sister and me to look at whatever needed to be done and do that job well, no matter what it was. ↗

— Emily Deschanel

#done #employee #energy #father #good

I really saw myself as the quintessential Cinderella. I think that's when I really thought about how I wanted to do something else and get away from all that. ↗

— Madonna Ciccone

#away #cinderella #else #get #how

Few enjoy noisy overcrowded functions. But they are a gesture of goodwill on the part of host or hostess, and also on the part of guests who submit to them. ↗

— Fannie Hurst

#enjoy #few #functions #gesture #goodwill

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine." Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?" Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #marriage-proposal #tessa-gray #will-herondale #witty

But he would understand,” he said dazedly. “If we explained it to him. If we told him…he would understand.” She made her voice as cold as she could. As calm. “Told him what?” Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs… And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale. “Jem would forgive me,” Will said, but there was hopelessness in his face, his voice, already. He had given up, Tessa thought. “He would,” she said, “He would never stay angry at you, Will; he loves you too well for that. I do not even think he would hold anger toward me. But this morning he told me he thought he would die without ever loving anyone as his father loved his mother, without ever being loved like that in return. Do you want me to go down the hallway and knock on his door and take that away from him? And would you love me still, if I did?” “Then…please, Tessa, don’t tell him what I just told you…” “I will tell no one,” she said. “I swear it… ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#anger