Not all that is mortal is useless.
Cassandra ClareMots clés tessa-gray infernal-devices clockwork-princess
I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.
Cassandra ClareMots clés will-herondale tessa-gray clockwork-princess
— Jem es la mejor parte de mí. No espero que lo entiendas. Le debo esto.
–Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? –preguntó Cecily.
Will exhaló, demasiado irritado consigo mismo para comprobarlo. –Eres mi debilidad.
–Y Tessa es tu corazón – dijo ella, no con enojo sino pensativamente. –No soy una tonta, como te dije – agregó por su expresión de sorpresa. –Sé que la amas.
Mots clés will-herondale jem-carstairs tessa-gray
This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet...
Cassandra ClareMots clés jem-carstairs tessa-gray clockwork-princess
Algunas veces uno tiene que elegir entre ser amable y honorable, –dijo. –A veces no se puede ser las dos.
Cassandra ClareMots clés spanish will-herondale tessa-gray
Cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que habrá una tragedia; puedes sentir el frió y la oscuridad llegando, ver la red tejiéndose cerca de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero estas tan atado a la historia como si fueras tirado detrás de un carruaje, y no puedes dejarlo pasar o cambiar el rumbo haciéndose a un lado.
Cassandra ClareMots clés spanish will-herondale tessa-gray
¿No está enojado?
–Estoy contento, –dijo. –Ellos van a ser capaces de cuidar uno del otro cuando yo me haya ido, o por lo menos puedo esperar eso. Él dice que ella no lo ama, pero seguramente ella llegara a amarlo con el tiempo. Will es fácil de amar y él le ha dado todo su corazón. Lo puedo ver. Espero que no se lo rompa.
Mots clés love spanish will-herondale tessa-gray james-carstairs
He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers.
He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile.
"Mizpah," he said.
She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?"
"A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said.
Mots clés love jem-carstairs tessa-gray
Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.
Cassandra ClareMots clés cassandra-clare will-herondale tessa-gray clockwork-princess page-478 page-479
I did not think you would be angry, Jem burst out, and it was like ice cracking across a frozen waterfall, freeing a torrent. We were engaged, Tessa. A proposal-an offer of marriage-is a promise. A promise to love and care for someone always. I did not mean to break mine to you. But it was that or die. I wanted to wait, to be married to you and live wit you for years, but that wasn't possible. I was dying too fast. I would have given it up-all of it up-to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder-a reminder of everything I am losing. The life I will not have.
Cassandra ClareMots clés love loss marriage cassandra-clare jem-carstairs tessa-gray clockwork-princess silent-brothers page-496
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