His black eyes sliced into me, and the corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart fumbled a bit and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant but i was still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.
Dear god, said will, looking from charlotte to nate and back again. Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man? Tessa slitted her eyes at him. You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein. Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. I must say, i rather like the way you manage will. Tessa shook her head. No one manages will.
In all gabriels life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brothers face as sophies good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, 'what life can i live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?
The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey.
Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if i could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, i was sure i'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.
This was jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'i'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before.
She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.
Open your eyes and look for some man, or some work for the sake of men, which needs a little time, a little friendship, a little sympathy, a little sociability, a little human toil....It is needed in every nook and corner. Therefore search and see if there is not some place where you may invest your humanity.
If you meet a sectary, or a hostile partisan, never recognize the dividing lines; but meet on what common ground remains,--if onlythat the sun shines, and the rain rains for both; the area will widen very fast, and ere you know it the boundary mountains, on which the eye had fastened, have melted into air.
Missionarying was a better thing in those days than it is in ours. All you had to do was to cure the head savages sick daughter by a miracle- a miracle like the miracle of lourdes in our day, for instance- and immediately that head savage was your convert, and filled to the eyes with a new converts enthusiasm. You could sit down and make yourself easy now. He would take the ax and convert the rest of the nation himself.
Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.
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.
You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.
Jem always said that will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the destination in the distance, or one would never reach ones goal. Will closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that jem was right, but it was hard to remember, when the goal that he sought was the girl that he loved.
Instead of replying, alec reached down and took magnus's hands. Magnus let alec pull him to his feet, a questioning look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, alec drew him closer and kissed him. Magnus made a soft, pleased sound, and gripped the back of alec's shirt, rucking it up, his fingers cool on alec's spine. Alec leaned into him, pinning magnus between the table and his own body. Not that magnus seemed to mind. 'come on,' alec said against magnus's ear. 'it's late. Let's go to bed.
Those who deal in magic learn to see the world in a slightly differnt light than everybody else.You gain a perspective you had considered before. A way of thinking that would never have occurred to you with out exposure to the things a wizard sees and hears.When you look in to some ones eyes you see them in that other light and for just a second they see you in the same way.
Spiritual superiority only sees the individual. But alas, ordinarily we human beings are sensual and, therefore, as soon as it is a gathering, the impression changes - we see something abstract, the crowd, and we become different. But in the eyes of god, the infinite spirit, all the millions that have lived and now live do not make a crowd, he only sees each individual.