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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    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

    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
    Will blinked at her. “What?”
    “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
    “I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
    Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
    “Mauve,” said Will.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #3
    Thomas Jefferson
    “I cannot live without books.”
    Thomas Jefferson

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa had begun to tremble. This is what she had always wanted someone to say. What she had always, in the darkest corner of her heart, wanted Will to say. Will, the boy who loved the same books she did, the same poetry she did, who made her laugh even when she was furious. And here he was standing in front of her, telling her he loved the words of her heart, the shape of her soul. Telling her something she had never imagined anyone would ever tell her. Telling her something she would never be told again, not in this way. And not by him.
    And it did not matter.
    "It's too late", she said.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    London

    The Institute

    Year of Our Lord 1878


    “Mother, 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

    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #6
    Charles Dickens
    “A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #7
    Jane Austen
    “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

  • #8
    Jane Austen
    “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W.

    I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.”
    Jane Austen, Persuasion

  • #9
    Nicholas Sparks
    “Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.”
    Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

  • #10
    John Keats
    “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #11
    John Keats
    “My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.”
    John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

  • #12
    Charles Dickens
    “You have been the last dream of my soul.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #13
    “I wish I could tell you how lonely I am. How cold and harsh it is here. Everywhere there is conflict and unkindness. I think God has forsaken this place. I believe I have seen hell and it's white, it's snow-white.”
    Sandy Welch

  • #14
    Charles Dickens
    “I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.”
    Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

  • #15
    Paulo Coelho
    “Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn't have the courage to say "yes" to life?”
    Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

  • #16
    Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
    “Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.”
    Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will."

    "There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Caliph Vathek and his dark horde
    Are bound for Hell, you won’t be bored!
    Your faith in me will be restored—
    Unless this token you find untoward
    And my poor gift you have ignored.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “James, you are all the family I have. I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years. I owe you everything, and if you cannot believe I have empathy, perhaps you might at least believe I know honor--honor, and debt--”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa--”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #23
    Jane Austen
    “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
    Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “This is about Tessa. I knew it was."
    Will flushed, a wash of color across the pallor of this face. "Not just her."
    "But you love her."
    Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think i would never love anyone, but I love her.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #25
    John Green
    “Saying 'I notice you're a nerd' is like saying, 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?' In fact, it seems to me that most contemporary insults are pretty lame. Even 'lame' is kind of lame. Saying 'You're lame' is like saying 'You walk with a limp.' Yeah, whatever, so does 50 Cent, and he's done all right for himself.”
    John Green

  • #26
    Nick Hornby
    “Marcus couldn’t believe it. Dead. A dead duck. OK, he'd been trying to hit it on the head with a piece of sandwich, but he tried to do all sorts of things, and none of them had ever happened before. He'd tried to get te highest score on the Stargazer machine in the kebab shop on Hornsey Road--nothing. He's tried to read Nicky’s thoughts by staring at the back of his head every maths lesson for a week--nothing. It really annoyed him that the only thing he'd ever achieved was something he hadn't really wanted to do that much in the first place. And anyway, since when did hitting a bird with a sandwich kill it? Kids must spend half their lives throwing things at the ducks in Regent's Park. How come he managed to pick a duck that pathetic? There must have been something wrong with it. It was probably about to die from a heart attack or something; it was just a coincidence. But if it was, nobody would believe him. If there were any witnesses, they'd only have seen the bread hit the duck right on the back of the head, and then seen it keel over. saw it die. They'd put two and two together and make five, and he'd be imprisoned for a crime he never committed.

    ... "What's that floating next to it?" Will asked. "Is that the bread you threw at it?"
    Marcus nodded unhappily.
    "That's not a sandwich, that's a bloody french loaf. No wonder it keeled over. That would've killed me.”
    Nick Hornby, About a Boy

  • #27
    Jeff Kinney
    “Dear Aunt Loretta,
    Thank you so much for the awesome pants!
    How did you know I wanted that for Christmas?
    I love the way the pants look on my legs!
    All my friends will be so jealous that I have my very own pants.
    Thank you for making this the best Christmas ever!
    Sincerely, Greg”
    Jeff Kinney, Diary of a Wimpy Kid

  • #28
    Ann Brashares
    “Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.”
    Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory
    tags: love

  • #29
    Ann Brashares
    “I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search for her ; I always remember her. I carry the hope that someday she will remember me.”
    Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory

  • #30
    Ann Brashares
    “Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.”
    Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory



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