#tess

Conoces ese sentimiento, cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que va a haber una tragedia; puedes sentir que viene el frío y la oscuridad, ver como se dibuja una red apretadamente al rededor de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero estas amarrado a la historia, como si estuvieras siendo arrastrado detrás de un carruaje y no puedes dejarlo ir o alterar el curso hacia algún lado.Siento ahora, como que está sucediendo lo mismo, solo que no con personajes de las páginas sino con mis queridos amigos y compañeros. No quiero quedarme sentada mientras la tragedia viene por nosotros. Lo haré a un lado, solo yo lucharé para descubrir la forma en que ha de hacerse. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray

Cuando pienso en ti, y no estás ahí, siempre te veo en mi mente con un libro en la mano. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot's worth of train!" "So would I," said Gideon from across the room. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gideon-lightwood #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#tess-of-the-d-urbervilles #inspirational

I love you. And I don't want to lose you. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray #love

Men may be stronger, but is women who endure"- page 118 ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#woolsey-scott #men

Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#tessa-gray

This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#piece-of-work #quintessence-of-dust #shakespeare #soliloquy #william-shakespeare

In my generation, history was taught in terms of grand figures, men on whom the destiny of the nation hinged, quintessential heroes. ↗

— Barry Unsworth

#figures #generation #grand #heroes #history

She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants. And then there was Camille. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #jem-carstairs #magnus-bane #tessa-gray #will-herondale