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The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1))
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To define is to limit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired, women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.' 'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
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William Golding
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All this time I've hated myself for it. I thought I'd given it up for nothing. But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.
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Becca Fitzpatrick (Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush, #1))
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What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
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Lauren Oliver (Delirium (Delirium, #1))
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Clary,” Jocelyn said. β€œI want you to meet Tessa Gray.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments, #6))
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They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. β€œWhat?” β€œGideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. β€œThey’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.” β€œI spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, β€œof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.” Tessa snorted. β€œAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” β€œMauve,” said Will.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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Some things are more precious because they don't last long.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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For a few minutes we kiss, deep in the chasm, with the roar of water all around us. And we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in gray clothes instead of black ones.
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Veronica Roth (Divergent (Divergent, #1))
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Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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And to the devil with it if she is!" said the Consul. "One girl, who is not Nephilim, is not, cannot, be our priority." "She is my priority!" Will shouted.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Annabeth's face, her blond hair and gray eyes, the way she laughed, threw her arms around him, and gave him a kiss whenever he did something stupid. She must have kissed me a lot, Percy thought.
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Rick Riordan (The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus, #2))
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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" "I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it." "But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first. Even I didn't jump first. Her eyes were so stern, so insistent. Beautiful.
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Veronica Roth (Allegiant (Divergent, #3))
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Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Do not seek revenge and call it justice.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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You haven't broken his heart yet, have you?" "No," Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. "I haven't broken his heart at all.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There’s so much gray to every storyβ€”nothing is so black and white.
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Lisa Ling
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I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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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.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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From his inside jacket pocket he produces a ring and gazes up at me, his eyes bright gray and raw, full of emotion. "Anastasia Steele, I love you. I want to love, cherish and protect you for the rest of my life. Be mine. Always. Share my life with me. Marry me".
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E.L. James (Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades, #2))
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Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
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Theodore Roosevelt (Strenuous Life)
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Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And red to call the enchantment down White silk when our bodies burn Blue banners when the lost return Flame for the birth of a Nephilim And to wash away our sins. Gray for the knowledge best untold Bone for those who don't grow old Saffron lights the victory march Green to mend our broken hearts Silver for the demon towers And bronze to summon wicked powers -Shadowhunter children's rhyme
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Cassandra Clare (City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments, #6))
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If you do not help me," Tessa said to Jem, "I swear, I will change into you, and I will lift him myself. And then everyone here will see what you look like in a dress." She fixed him with a look. "Do you understand?
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Lectures on Literature)
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I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
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Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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All art is quite useless.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Dreaming led to disappointment, and disappointment to a kind of depressed funk that wasn’t easy to shake. Better to stay in the gray than get eaten by the dark.
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Alexandra Bracken (The Darkest Minds (The Darkest Minds, #1))
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I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Sometimes there is such beauty in awkwardness.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
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I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I am not the one of us who has no heart.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes...
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
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Cormac McCarthy (The Road)
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Sometimes it's better to stop trying to make sense of things. Life isn't clear cut, there are always gray areas.
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Alexandra Adornetto (Halo (Halo, #1))
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Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.
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Jack Gilbert
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Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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When Ronan thought of Gansey, he thought of moving into Monmouth Manufacturing, of nights spent in companionable insomnia, of a summer searching for a king, of Gansey asking the Gray Man for his life. Brothers.
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Maggie Stiefvater (The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle, #2))
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All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Pale Fire)
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His eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. β€œZhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de,” he whispered. She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
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Augusten Burroughs (Running with Scissors)
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Jem told me what Ragnor Fell said about my father,” Will said. β€œThat for my father, there was only ever one woman he loved, and it was her for him, or nothing. You are that for me. I love you, and I will only ever love you until I die β€”
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible....
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.
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Becca Fitzpatrick (Silence (Hush, Hush, #3))
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We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
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When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. β€œYou know that feeling,” she said, β€œwhen you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding β€” of course Will would understand β€” and she hurried on. β€œI feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.” β€œYou fear for Jem,” Will said. β€œYes,” she said. β€œAnd I fear for you, too.” β€œNo,” Will said, hoarsely. β€œDon’t waste that on me, Tess.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I am tired of people saying that poor character is the only reason people do wrong things. Actually, circumstances cause people to act a certain way. It's from those circumstances that a person's attitude is affected followed by weakening of character. Not the reverse. If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others and judging their lives as either black or white, good or bad. We all live our lives in shades of gray.
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Shannon L. Alder
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They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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I was waiting for you," he says softly, his eyes dark gray and luminous. "That's... that's such a lovely thing to say." "It's true. I didn't know it at the time." He smiles his shy smile. "I'm glad you waited." "You are worth waiting for, Mrs. Grey.
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E.L. James (Fifty Shades Freed (Fifty Shades, #3))
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She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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Self-knowledge is better than self-control any day," Raquel said firmly. "And I know myself well enough to know how I act around cookies.
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Claudia Gray (Evernight (Evernight, #1))
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Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy. Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die. I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free. And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart. You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth. With hope at least, Will Herondale
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue. Cricket has those eyes.
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Stephanie Perkins (Lola and the Boy Next Door (Anna and the French Kiss, #2))
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Save yourselves!” Percy warned. β€œIt is too late for us!” Then he gasped and pointed to the spot where Frank was hiding. β€œOh, no! Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!” Nothing happened. β€œI said,” Percy repeated, β€œFrank is turning into a crazy dolphin!” Frank stumbled out of nowhere, making a big show of grabbing his throat. β€œOh, no,” he said, like he was reading from a teleprompter. β€œI am turning into a crazy dolphin.” He began to change, his nose elongating into a snout, his skin becoming sleek and gray. He fell to the deck as a dolphin, his tail thumping against the boards. The pirate crew disbanded in terror.
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Rick Riordan (The Mark of Athena (The Heroes of Olympus, #3))
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No. No!” he says. β€œI . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. β€œYou can’t go. Ana, I love you!” β€œI love you, too, Christian, it’s just—” β€œNo . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. β€œChristian . . .” β€œNo,” he breathes, his eyes wide with panic, and suddenly he drops to his knees in front of me, head bowed, long-fingered hands spread out on his thighs. He takes a deep breath and doesn’t move. What? β€œChristian, what are you doing?” He continues to stare down, not looking at me. β€œChristian! What are you doing?” My voice is high-pitched. He doesn’t move. β€œChristian, look at me!” I command in panic. His head sweeps up without hesitation, and he regards me passively with his cool gray gazeβ€”he’s almost serene . . . expectant. Holy Fuck . . . Christian. The submissive.
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E.L. James (Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades, #2))
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Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” β€œDorian who?” I sighed. β€œJust think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” β€œSure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. β€œI take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.
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Becca Fitzpatrick (Silence (Hush, Hush, #3))
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Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
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You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life." He looked up at her through the veil of silvery hair that fell over his eyes. "That is," he said shyly, "if you love me, too.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Someday … when we're old and gray, I'm going to look at you lying in bed beside me, just like this, and I'm going to look into your eyes and know that it's only ever been you. And that is going to be the great joy of my life.
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Mia Sheridan (Archer's Voice)
β€œ
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. β€œAnd perhaps for others that is so. But you and Willβ€”you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
I can't wait to have words with the Gray King when this shit is all finished," Locke whispered. "There's a few things I want to ask him. Philosophical questions. Like, 'How does it feel to be dangled out a window by a rope tied around your balls, motherfucker?
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Scott Lynch (The Lies of Locke Lamora (Gentleman Bastard, #1))
β€œ
If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray.
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James Patterson (Fang (Maximum Ride, #6))
β€œ
I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil.
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Edgar Allan Poe (Complete Tales and Poems)
β€œ
You know that feeling,” she said, β€œwhen you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
It is perfectly monstrous,' he said, at last, 'the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!
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Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
β€œ
Man is many things, but he is not rational.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.
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”
Andrea Gibson
β€œ
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
It is the stupid and the ugly who have the best of it in this world
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter, she is perfectly satisfied
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Was it harder to die, or harder to be the one who survived?
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”
Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all that's real. . . . Anne, do you know of such things, can you hear???? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet . . . and yet to [be] behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can't, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong . . . to do it all wrong . . . believe me, (can you?) . . . what's wrong. I want to belong. I'm like a jew who ends up in the wrong country. I'm not a part. I'm not a member. I'm frozen.
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Anne Sexton (Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters)
β€œ
You have these lines you won’t cross. But then you cross them. And suddenly you possess the very dangerous information that you can break the rule and the world won’t instantly come to an end. You’ve taken a big, black, bold line and you’ve made it a little bit gray. And now every time you cross it again, it just gets grayer and grayer until one day you look around and you think, There was a line here once, I think.
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”
Taylor Jenkins Reid (Daisy Jones & The Six)
β€œ
Does your ma know you're this silly?" she demanded tartly. He nodded, comically sad. "The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But" β€” with an exaggerated change of mood β€” "I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed!" "I hope she beat you as a child," Onua grumbled.
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Tamora Pierce (Wild Magic (Immortals, #1))
β€œ
And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.
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”
Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves. It is what I call the depth of generosity.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Bianca, whore is just a cheap word people use to cut each other down," he said. His voice softer. "It makes them feel better about their own mistakes. Using words like that is easier than really looking into the situation. I promise you, you're not a whore." I looked at him, into his warm gray eyes, and suddently understood what he was trying to tell me. The message hidden beneath the words. You're not alone.
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Kody Keplinger (The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend (Hamilton High, #1))
β€œ
Men are motivated when they feel needed while women are motivated when they feel cherished.
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John Gray (Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus)
β€œ
No, i mean enterprising." said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say,`Now, that is something i would have doneΒ΄
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
β€œ
She smiled at him. β€œHow did you know just what I’d want to see?” β€œHow could I not?” he said. β€œWhen I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought β€” and was surprised how affectionate the thought was.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
β€œ
You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.
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”
Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)
β€œ
Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. β€œYou β€” made something for me?” Tessa asked. β€œI wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Sometimes kindness can be delivered in a clumsy way.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings)
β€œ
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Do stop flirting with my husband," said Tessa. "I shall not," Magnus declared, "but I will pause briefly so that I may catch up on your news.
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Cassandra Clare (The Midnight Heir (The Bane Chronicles, #4))
β€œ
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
When a man can listen to a woman's feelings without getting angry and frustrated, he gives her a wonderful gift. He makes it safe for her to express herself. The more she is able to express herself, the more she feels heard and understood, and the more she is able to give a man the loving trust, acceptance, appreciation, admiration, approval, and encouragement that he needs.
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John Gray (Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus)
β€œ
Andrius, I'm...scared." He stopped and turned to me. "No. Don't be scared. Don't give them anything Lina, not even your fear.
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”
Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him. And just like that, I do. "What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asked me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable. "What?" I say, he grins. Unbelievable of how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him. "Dam!" he says.
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Cynthia Hand (Unearthly (Unearthly, #1))
β€œ
Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.
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Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
There will always be those who want to tell you who you are based on your name or the blood in your veins. Do not let other people decide who you are. Decide for yourself.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments, #6))
β€œ
β€Ž" when men and women are able to respect and accept their differences then love has a chance to blossom
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John Gray (Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus)
β€œ
Whether love of friend, love of country, love of God, or even love of enemyβ€”love reveals to us the truly miraculous nature of the human spirit.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
β€œ
Every form of art is another way of seeing the world. Another perspective, another window. And science –that’s the most spectacular window of all. You can see the entire universe from there.
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Claudia Gray (A Thousand Pieces of You (Firebird, #1))
β€œ
I love you, Nora. Whatever happens, promise me you'll remember that. I don't care why you came into my life, only that you did. I don't remember all the things I did wrong. I remember what I did right, I remember you. You made my life meaningful. You made my life special.
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Becca Fitzpatrick (Crescendo (Hush, Hush, #2))
β€œ
I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.' Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said. 'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
β€œ
Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. β€œEr β€” all right.” He cleared his throat. β€œSunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep. β€œAre you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. β€œWell, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course.
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J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter, #1))
β€œ
Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: β€œNi hen piao liang.” β€œWhat did you say?” Tessa was curious. β€œI said your hair is coming undone β€” here,” he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. β€œYou have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
β€œ
She studied me with concern. She touched the new streak of gray in my hair that matched hers exactlyβ€”our painful souvenir from holding Atlas's burden. There was a lot I'd wanted to say to Annabeth, but Athena had taken the confidence out of me. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I do not approve of your friendship with my daughter. "So," Annabeth said. "What did you want to tell me earlier?" The music was playing. People were dancing in the streets. I said, "I, uh, was thinking we got interrupted at Westover Hall. And… I think I owe you a dance." She smiled slowly. "All right, Seaweed Brain." So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.
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Rick Riordan (The Titan's Curse (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #3))
β€œ
I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who you are. I forget that you're Jem's. I'd have to be the worst sort of person to think what I'm thinking right now. But I am thinking it.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
He gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. β€œYou’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?” he said. β€œMagnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.” Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. β€œNo. No mark.” He grinned around his fork. β€œI do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?” β€œI’m sure Will’s tried,” said Jessamine in a bored tone.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
β€œ
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.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of shit!
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”
Erick S. Gray
β€œ
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal." Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
β€œ
It’s funnyβ€”when people call you β€œshy,” they usually smile. Like it’s cute, some funny little habit you’ll grow out of when you’re older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it feltβ€”really being shy, not just unsure at firstβ€”they wouldn’t smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense. It’s not cute at all.
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Claudia Gray (Evernight (Evernight, #1))
β€œ
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.
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Cassandra Clare (City of Fallen Angels (The Mortal Instruments, #4))
β€œ
[Ana] β€œYou’re a sadist?” β€œI’m a Dominant.” His eyes are a scorching gray, intense. β€œWhat does that mean?” I whisper. β€œIt means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things.” I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea. β€œWhy would I do that?” β€œTo please me,” he whispers as he cocks his head to one side, and I see a ghost of a smile. Please him! He wants me to please him! I think my mouth drops open. Please Christian Grey. And I realize, in that moment, that yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. I want him to be damned delighted with me. It’s a revelation.
”
”
E.L. James (Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades, #1))
β€œ
But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
I meant it when I said I didn’t believe in love at first sight. It takes time to really, truly fall for someone. Yet I believe in a moment. A moment when you glimpse the truth within someone, and they glimpse the truth within you. In that moment, you don’t belong to yourself any longer, not completely. Part of you belongs to him; part of him belongs to you. After that, you can’t take it back, no matter how much you want to, no matter how hard you try.
”
”
Claudia Gray (A Thousand Pieces of You (Firebird, #1))
β€œ
Though Will was saying earlier,” Tessa added, β€œthat heroes all come to bad ends, and he could not imagine why anyone would want to be one, anyway.” β€œAh.” Jem’s hand squeezed hers briefly, and then let it go. β€œWell, Will is looking at it from the hero’s viewpoint, isn’t he? But as for the rest of us, it’s an easy answer.” β€œIs it?” β€œOf course.” His voice was almost a whisper now. β€œHeroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sakes. If Will …
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
In that case" Tessa said, feeling hot blood rise to her face,"I think I would prefer it if you called me by my Christian name, as you do with Miss Lovelace. Will look at her, slow and hard, then smiled. His blue eyes lit when he smiled. "Then you must do the same for me," he said. "Tessa." She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing if for the first time-the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath. Her own breath was very short when he said, softly, "Will." "Yes?" Amusement glittered his eyes. With a sort of horror Tessa realized that she had simply said his name for the sake of saying it; she hadn't actually had a question.
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”
Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
β€œ
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid
”
”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
He's not-" Daniel started to say. He watched a red-tailed hawk land in an oak tree over their heads. "He's not good enough for you." Luce had heard people say that line a thousand times before. It was what everyone always said. Not good enough. But when the words passed Daniel's lips, they sounded important, even somehow true and relevant, not vague and dismissive the way the phrase had always sounded to her in the past. "Well, then," she said in a quiet voice, "who is?" Daniel put his hands on his hips. He laughed to himself for a long time. "I don't know," he said finally. "That's a terrific question." Not exactly the answer Luce was looking for. "It's not like it's that hard," she said, stuffing her hands into her pockets because she wanted to reach out for him. "To be good enough for me." Daniel's eyes looked like they were falling, all the violet that had been in them a moment before turned a deep, dark gray. "Yes," he said. "Yes, it is.
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”
Lauren Kate
β€œ
Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went to Will. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house. "Oh, dear," said Tessa. "I have that effect on women," Will said. " I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare-," he began with a breathless half laugh.
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”
Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
β€œ
Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.
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”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly -- that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion -- these are the two things that govern us.
”
”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Stories)
β€œ
There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
”
”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
Oh, do you have A Tale of Two Cities?" "That silly thing? Men going around getting their heads chopped off for love? Ridiculus." Will unpeeled himself from the door and made his way toward Tessa where she stood by the bookshelves. He gestured expansively at the vast number of volumes all around him. "No, here you'll find all sorts of advice about how to chop off someone else's head if you need to; much more useful.
”
”
Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
β€œ
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play... I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
”
”
Oscar Wilde (The Picture of Dorian Gray)
β€œ
I need to know you believe me when I say I love you. That is all." "I believe everything you say," Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping doen from his waist to his weapons belt. Her fingers closed on the hilt of the dagger, and she yanked it from the belt, smiling as he looked down at her in surprise. "After all," she said, "you weren't lying about the tattoo of the dragon of Wales, were you?
”
”
Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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You may be right. I think it was round about Christmas when I got my Welsh dragon tattoo.” At that, Tessa had to try very hard not to blush. β€œHow did that happen?” Will made an airy gesture with his hand. β€œI was drunk…” β€œNonsense. You were never really drunk.” β€œOn the contraryβ€”in order to learn how to pretend to be inebriated, once must become inebriated at least once, as a reference point. Six-Fingered Nigel had been at the mulled ciderβ€”β€œ β€œYou can’t mean there’s truly a Six-Fingered Nigel?
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law." Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious." "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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Athena stood in the middle of the road with her arms crossed and a look on her face that made me think Uh-oh. She'd changed out of her armor, into jeans and a white blouse, but she didn't look any less warlike. Her gray eyes blazed. "Well, Percy," she said. "You will stay mortal." "Um, yes, ma'am." "I would know your reasons." "I want to be a regular guy. I want to grow up. Have, you know, a regular high school experience." "And my daughter?" "I couldn't leave her," I admitted, my throat dry. "Or Grover," I added quickly. "Or-" "Spare me." Athena stepped close to me, and I could feel her aura of power making my skin itch. "I once warned you, Percy Jackson, that to save a friend you would destroy the world. Perhaps I was mistaken. You seem to have saved both your friends and the world. But think very carefully about how you proceed from here. I have given you the benefit of the doubt. Don't mess up." Just to prove her point, she erupted in a column of flame, charring the front of my shirt.
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Rick Riordan (The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5))
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I will go,” he said. β€œI will go to Troy.” The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again. He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth. β€œWill you come with me?” he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. β€œYes,” I whipsered. β€œYes.” Relief broke in his face, and he reached for me. I let him hold me, let him press us length to length so close that nothing might fit between us. Tears came, and fell. Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.
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Madeline Miller (The Song of Achilles)
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They're still looking at him," she said to Magnus under her breath. "At Will, I mean." "Of course they are," said Magnus. His eyes reflected light like a cat's as they surveyed the room. "Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He's very pretty, and vampires like that. I can't say I mind either." Magnus grinned. "Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination." Tessa reached up to pat Camille's pale blond curls. Magnus shrugged. "Nobody's perfect.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, #1))
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I recall certain moments, let us call them icebergs in paradise, when after having had my fill of her –after fabulous, insane exertions that left me limp and azure-barred–I would gather her in my arms with, at last, a mute moan of human tenderness (her skin glistening in the neon light coming from the paved court through the slits in the blind, her soot-black lashes matted, her grave gray eyes more vacant than ever–for all the world a little patient still in the confusion of a drug after a major operation)–and the tenderness would deepen to shame and despair, and I would lull and rock my lone light Lolita in my marble arms, and moan in her warm hair, and caress her at random and mutely ask her blessing, and at the peak of this human agonized selfless tenderness (with my soul actually hanging around her naked body and ready to repent), all at once, ironically, horribly, lust would swell again–and 'oh, no,' Lolita would say with a sigh to heaven, and the next moment the tenderness and the azure–all would be shattered.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)
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Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they were both fierce and unyielding. Tessa saw Will’s hand tighten on Jem’s sleeve. β€œShe’s here,” he said. Jem’s eyes opened slowly. Tessa fought to keep the look of shock from her face. His pupils were blown out, his irises a thin ring of silver around the black. β€œNi shou shang le ma, quin ai de?” he whispered.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! my extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.
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Henry David Thoreau
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He went on for some time while I sat listening in silence because I knew he was right, and like two people who have loved each other however imperfectly, who have tried to make a life together, however imperfectly, who have lived side by side and watched the wrinkles slowly form at the corner of the other's eyes, and watched a little drop of gray, as if poured from a jug, drop into the other's skin and spread itself evenly, listening to the other's coughs and sneezes and little collected mumblings, like two people who'd had one idea together and slowly allowed that idea to be replaced with two separate, less hopeful, less ambitious ideas, we spoke deep into the night, and the next day, and the next night. For forty days and forty nights, I want to say, but the fact of the matter is it only took three. One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.
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Nicole Krauss
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There is probably no better or more reliable measure of whether a woman has spent time in ugly duckling status at some point or all throughout her life than her inability to digest a sincere compliment. Although it could be a matter of modesty, or could be attributed to shyness- although too many serious wounds are carelessly written off as "nothing but shyness"- more often a compliment is stuttered around about because it sets up an automatic and unpleasant dialogue in the woman's mind. If you say how lovely she is, or how beautiful her art is, or compliment anything else her soul took part in, inspired, or suffused, something in her mind says she is undeserving and you, the complimentor, are an idiot for thinking such a thing to begin with. Rather than understand that the beauty of her soul shines through when she is being herself, the woman changes the subject and effectively snatches nourishment away from the soul-self, which thrives on being acknowledged." "I must admit, I sometimes find it useful in my practice to delineate the various typologies of personality as cats and hens and ducks and swans and so forth. If warranted, I might ask my client to assume for a moment that she is a swan who does not realzie it. Assume also for a moment that she has been brought up by or is currently surrounded by ducks. There is nothing wrong with ducks, I assure them, or with swans. But ducks are ducks and swans are swans. Sometimes to make the point I have to move to other animal metaphors. I like to use mice. What if you were raised by the mice people? But what if you're, say, a swan. Swans and mice hate each other's food for the most part. They each think the other smells funny. They are not interested in spending time together, and if they did, one would be constantly harassing the other. But what if you, being a swan, had to pretend you were a mouse? What if you had to pretend to be gray and furry and tiny? What you had no long snaky tail to carry in the air on tail-carrying day? What if wherever you went you tried to walk like a mouse, but you waddled instead? What if you tried to talk like a mouse, but insteade out came a honk every time? Wouldn't you be the most miserable creature in the world? The answer is an inequivocal yes. So why, if this is all so and too true, do women keep trying to bend and fold themselves into shapes that are not theirs? I must say, from years of clinical observation of this problem, that most of the time it is not because of deep-seated masochism or a malignant dedication to self-destruction or anything of that nature. More often it is because the woman simply doesn't know any better. She is unmothered.
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Clarissa Pinkola EstΓ©s (Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype)
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Will!” He turned at the familiar voice and saw Tessa. There was a small path cut along the side of the hill, lined with unfamiliar white flowers, and she was walking up it, toward him. Her long brown hair blew in the wind β€” she had taken off her straw bonnet, and held it in one hand, waving it at him and smiling as if she were glad to see him. His own heart leaped up at the sight of her. β€œTess,” he called. But she was still such a distance away β€” she seemed both very near and very far suddenly and at the same time. He could see every detail of her pretty, upturned face, but could not touch her, and so he stood, waiting and desiring, and his heart beat like the wings of seagulls in his chest. At last she was there, close enough that he could see where the grass and flowers bent beneath the tread of her shoes. He reached out for her β€”
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))
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Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet. Age: five thousand three hundred days. Profession: none, or "starlet" Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze? Why are you hiding, darling? (I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling). Where are you riding, Dolores Haze? What make is the magic carpet? Is a Cream Cougar the present craze? And where are you parked, my car pet? Who is your hero, Dolores Haze? Still one of those blue-capped star-men? Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays, And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen! Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts! Are you still dancin', darlin'? (Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts, And I, in my corner, snarlin'). Happy, happy is gnarled McFate Touring the States with a child wife, Plowing his Molly in every State Among the protected wild life. My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair, And never closed when I kissed her. Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert? Are you from Paris, mister? L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita; Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie! Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita! Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie? Dying, dying, Lolita Haze, Of hate and remorse, I'm dying. And again my hairy fist I raise, And again I hear you crying. Officer, officer, there they go-- In the rain, where that lighted store is! And her socks are white, and I love her so, And her name is Haze, Dolores. Officer, officer, there they are-- Dolores Haze and her lover! Whip out your gun and follow that car. Now tumble out and take cover. Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze. Her dream-gray gaze never flinches. Ninety pounds is all she weighs With a height of sixty inches. My car is limping, Dolores Haze, And the last long lap is the hardest, And I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita)
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What are my options?" "You could read obscure poetry while I play the triangle, I suppose. Or we can smother ourselves in peanut butter and howl at the moon. Use your imagination." "Fine,"I said. "You take my hand and back up toward the bed." "Excellent choice. What then?" "You sit down, and pull me down with you." "Where are you?" he asked. "You pull me onto your lap." "Where are your legs?" "Around your waist." "Well," Noah said, his voice slightly rough. "This is getting interesting. So I'm on the edge of your bed. I'm holding you on my lap as you straddle me. My arms are around you, bracing you there so you don't fall. What am I wearing?"... "What do you usually wear to bed?" I asked. Noah said nothing. I opened my eyes to an arched brow and a devious grin. Oh my God. "Close. Your. Eyes," he said. I did. "Now, where were we?" "I was straddling you," I said. "Right. And I'm wearing..." "Drawstring pants." "Those are quite thin, you know." I'm aware. ... "Right," he said. "So what are you wearing?" "I don't know. A space suit. Who cares?" "I think this should be as vivid as possible," he said. "For you," he clarified, and I chuckled. "Eyes closed," he reminded me. "I'm going to have to institute a punishment for each time I have to tell you." "What did you have in mind?" "Don't tempt me. Now, what are you wearing?" "A hoodie and drawstring pants too, I guess." "Anything underneath?" "I don't typically walk around without underwear." "Typically?" "Only on special occasions." "Christ. I meant under your hoodie." "A tank top, I guess." "What color?" "White tank. Black hoodie. Gray pants. I'm ready to move on now." I felt him nearer, his words close to my ear. "To the part where I lean back and pull you down with me?" Yes. "Over me," he said. Fuck. "The part where I tell you that I want to feel the softness of the curls at the nape of your neck? To know what your hipbone would feel like against my mouth?" he murmured against my skin. "To memorize the slope of your navel and the arch of your neck and the swell of your-
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Michelle Hodkin (The Evolution of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer, #2))
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November 20. Andrius's birthday. I had counted the days carefully. I wished him a happy birthday when I woke and thought about him while hauling logs during the day. At night, I sat by the light of the stove, reading Dombey and Son. Krasivaya. I still hadn't found the word. Maybe I'd find it if I jumped ahead. I flipped through some of the pages. A marking caught my eye. I leafed backward. Something was written in pencil in the margin of 278. Hello, Lina. You've gotten to page 278. That's pretty good! I gasped, then pretened I was engrossed in the book. I looked at Andrius's handwritting. I ran my finger over this elongated letters in my name. Were there more? I knew I should read onward. I couldn't wait. I turned though the pages carefully, scanning the margins. Page 300: Are you really on page 300 or are you skipping ahead now? I had to stifle my laughter. Page 322: Dombey and Son is boring. Admit it. Page 364: I'm thinking of you. Page 412: Are you maybe thinking of me? I closed my eyes. Yes, I'm thinking of you. Happy birthday, Andrius.
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Ruta Sepetys (Between Shades of Gray)
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London The Institute Year of Our Lord 1878 β€œMother, Father, my chwaer fach, It’s my seventeenth birthday today. I know that to write to you is to break the law, I know that I will likely tear this letter into pieces when it is finished. As I have done on all my birthdays past since I was twelve. But I write anyway, to commemorate the occasion - the way some make yearly pilgrimages to a grave, to remember the death of a loved one. For are we not dead to each other? I wonder if when you woke this morning you remembered that today, seventeen years ago, you had a son? I wonder if you think of me and imagine my life here in the Institute in London? I doubt you could imagine it. It is so very different from our house surrounded by mountains, and the great clear blue sky and the endless green. Here, everything is black and gray and brown, and the sunsets are painted in smoke and blood. I wonder if you worry that I am lonely or, as Mother always used to, that I am cold, that I have gone out into the rain again without a hat? No one here worries about those details. There are so many things that could kill us at any moment; catching a chill hardly seems important. I wonder if you knew that I could hear you that day you came for me, when I was twelve. I crawled under the bed to block out the sound of you crying my name, but I heard you. I heard mother call for her fach, her little one. I bit my hands until they bled but I did not come down. And, eventually, Charlotte convinced you to go away. I thought you might come again but you never did. Herondales are stubborn like that. I remember the great sighs of relief you would both give each time the Council came to ask me if I wished to join the Nephilim and leave my family, and each time I said no and I send them away. I wonder if you knew I was tempted by the idea of a life of glory, of fighting, of killing to protect as a man should. It is in our blood - the call to the seraph and the stele, to marks and to monsters. I wonder why you left the Nephilim, Father? I wonder why Mother chose not to Ascend and to become a Shadowhunter? Is it because you found them cruel or cold? I have no fathom side. Charlotte, especially, is kind to me, little knowing how much I do not deserve it. Henry is mad as a brush, but a good man. He would have made Ella laugh. There is little good to be said about Jessamine, but she is harmless. As little as there is good to say about her, there is as much good to say about Jem: He is the brother Father always thought I should have. Blood of my blood - though we are no relation. Though I might have lost everything else, at least I have gained one thing in his friendship. And we have a new addition to our household too. Her name is Tessa. A pretty name, is it not? When the clouds used to roll over the mountains from the ocean? That gray is the color of her eyes. And now I will tell you a terrible truth, since I never intend to send this letter. I came here to the Institute because I had nowhere else to go. I did not expect it to ever be home, but in the time I have been here I have discovered that I am a true Shadowhunter. In some way my blood tells me that this is what I was born to do.If only I had known before and gone with the Clave the first time they asked me, perhaps I could have saved Ella’s life. Perhaps I could have saved my own. Your Son, Will
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2))
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Dear Max - You looked so beautiful today. I'm going to remember what you looked like forever. ... And I hope you remember me the same way - clean, ha-ha. I'm glad our last time together was happy. But I'm leaving tonight, leaving the flock, and this time it's for good. I don't know if I'll ever see any of you again. The thing is, Max, that everyone is a little bit right. Added up all together, it makes this one big right. Dylan's a little bit right about how my being here might be putting the rest of you in danger. The threat might have been just about Dr. Hans, but we don't know that for sure. Angel is a little bit right about how splitting up the flock will help all of us survive. And the rest of the flock is a little bit right about how when you and I are together, we're focused on each other - we can't help it. The thing is, Maximum, I love you. I can't help but be focused on you when we're together. If you're in the room, I want to be next to you. If you're gone, I think about you. You're the one who I want to talk to. In a fight, I want you at my back. When we're together, the sun is shining. When we're apart, everything is in shades of gray. I hope you'll forgive me someday for turning our worlds into shades of gray - at least for a while. ... You're not at your best when you're focused on me. I mean, you're at your best Maxness, but not your best leaderness. I mostly need Maxness. The flock mostly needs leaderness. And Angel, if you're listening to this, it ain't you, sweetie. Not yet. ... At least for a couple more years, the flock needs a leader to survive, no matter how capable everyone thinks he or she is. The truth is that they do need a leader, and the truth is that you are the best leader. It's one of the things I love about you. But the more I thought about it, the more sure I got that this is the right thing to do. Maybe not for you, or for me, but for all of us together, our flock. Please don't try to find me. This is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, besides wearing that suit today, and seeing you again will only make it harder. You'd ask me to come back, and I would, because I can't say no to you. But all the same problems would still be there, and I'd end up leaving again, and then we'd have to go through this all over again. Please make us only go through this once. ... I love you. I love your smile, your snarl, your grin, your face when you're sleeping. I love your hair streaming out behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it. I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny, downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me. ... You're the best warrior I know, the best leader. You're the most comforting mom we've ever had. You're the biggest goofball, the worst driver, and a truly lousy cook. You've kept us safe and provided for us, in good times and bad. You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, with wings or without. ... Tell you what, sweetie: If in twenty years we haven't expired yet, and the world is still more or less in one piece, I'll meet you at the top of that cliff where we first met the hawks and learned to fly with them. You know the one. Twenty years from today, if I'm alive, I'll be there, waiting for you. You can bet on it. Good-bye, my love. Fang P.S. Tell everyone I sure will miss them
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James Patterson
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What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. β€œThis morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like β€˜darling’ or β€˜love’), now it’s idiot.” β€œOh, you’re using a Glamour rune. There’s one thing to declare, you are not afraid of anything when you live in the country. But this is London.” β€œI’m not afraid of London,” Cecily said defiantly. Will leaned closer, almost hissing in her ear *and said something very complicated in Welsh* She laughed. β€œNo, it wouldn’t do you any good to tell me to go home. You are my brother, and I want to go with you.” Will blinked at her words. You are my brother, and I want to go with you. It was the sort of thing he was used to hearing Jem say. Although Cecily was unlike Jem in every other conceivable possible way, she did share one quality with him. Stubbornness. When Cecily said she wanted something, it did not express an idle desire, but an iron determination. β€œDo you even care where I’m going?” he said. β€œWhat if I were going to hell?” β€œI’ve always wanted to see hell,” Cecily said. β€œDoesn’t everyone?” β€œMost of us spend our time trying to stay out of it, Cecily. I’m going to an ifrit den, if you must know, to purchase drugs from vile, dissolute criminals. They may clap eyes on you, and decide to sell you.” β€œWouldn’t you stop them?” β€œI suppose it would depend on whether they cut me a part of the profit.” She shook her head. β€œJem is your parabatai,” she said. β€œHe is your brother, given to you by the Clave, but I am your sister by blood. Why would you do anything for him, but you only want me to go home?” β€œHow do you know the drugs are for Jem?” Will said. β€œI’m not an idiot, Will.” β€œNo, more’s the pity. Jem- Jem is like the better part of me. I would not expect you to understand. I owe him. I owe him this.” β€œSo what am I?” Cecily said. Will exhaled, too desperate to check himself. β€œYou are my weakness.” β€œAnd Tessa is your heart,” she said, not angrily, but thoughtfully. β€œI am not fooled. As I told you, I’m not an idiot. And more’s the pity for you, although I suppose we all want things we can’t have.” β€œOh,” said Will, β€œand what do you want?” β€œI want you to come home.” A strand of black hair was stuck to her cheek by the dampness, and Will fought the urge to pull her cloak closer about her, to make her safe as he had when she was a child. β€œThe Institute is my home,” Will sighed, and leaned his head against the stone wall. β€œI can’t stand out her arguing with you all evening, Cecily. If you’re determined to follow me into hell, I can’t stop you.” β€œFinally,” she said provingly. β€œYou’ve seen sense. I knew you would, you’re related to me.” Will fought the urge to shake her. β€œAre you ready?” She nodded, and he raised his hand to knock on the door.
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Cassandra Clare (Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, #3))