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↳ I was one of the insatiables. The ones you’d always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they’d been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist’s cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us… from the world.

if you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people.

“I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”

✦ @booksociety​​’s All Things Victorian event: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.

Emma shook her head. “Not good at all.❞

❝I came to London, I think it was 1903, and I met Shadowhunters for the first time. I noticed one in particular, a girl with hair the color of blood in shadows. I barely knew what Shadowhunters were, but she was brave and kind. She protected people. Her name was Cordelia Carstairs.❞

“Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy –all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”

      the infernal devices → tessa gray “men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.”

Every YA reader: Except The Infernal Devices

Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name. You can have mine. Marry me. Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or 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. 

…martyred before she could turn eighteen.

“People are only invincible in books,” said Cordelia. “I think you will find most of the time, not even then,” said Tessa. “But at least we can always pick up a book and read it anew. Stories offer a thousand fresh starts.” It was true, Cordelia thought. She had read the story of Layla and Majnun a thousand times, and each time the beginning was a thrill, even though she knew—and dreaded—the end. “The only equivalent in real life is memory,” Tessa said, looking up as Will Herondale came into the room, followed by Cousin Jem. “But memories can be bitter as well as sweet.”

Tell me that we’ll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we’ll survive the war. Tell me— Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.

“That’s the point of it, Bryce. Of life. To live, to love, knowing that it might all vanish tomorrow. It makes everything that much more precious.”

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Will and Elizabeth + looks