Best 62 quotes in «lady midnight quotes» category

And I love you," Kieran said. "You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.

Bazen," diye düşündü Emma, "Ben bir uçurtmaymışım da Julian beni uçuruyormuş gibi geliyor." Ayakları yerden kesiliyordu da Julian onu toprağa bağlı tutuyordu sanki. O olmadan Emma bulutların arasında kaybolurdu.

Beer is a lady without any friends

Belki de dikkat çekmemeye çalışmak üzerine konuşsak iyi olacak." "Elimde değil," dedi Mark hafifçe gülümseyerek. "Daha ziyade normal bir insan gibi davranman gerek," dedi Jules. "İnsanların arasındayız." "Normal davranmasına gerek yok," dedi Ty sertçe. "Buraya gelirken ankesörlü telefona çarpıp afedersiniz hanımefendi, dedi," dedi Julian. "Özür dilemek nazik bir harekettir," dedi Mark, aynı hafif gülümsemeyle. "Cansız nesnelerden özür dilemek değil.

But Julian's blood was different. When she saw it she thought of him, shot and crumpling, the way his blood had run like water through her fingers. It was the first time in years that she'd actually thought he might die, that she might lose him. She knew what people said about parabatai, knew that it was meant to be a loss as profound as that of a spouse or a sibling. Emma had lost her parents; she had thought she knew what loss was, was prepared for it. But nothing had prepared her for the feeling that the idea of losing Jules wrenched out of her: that sky would go dark forever, that there would never be solid ground again.

But what do you have to be stressed about, little brother?" Mark said. "You weren't carried away by the faeries. You've spent your life here. Not that the life of a Shadowhunter isn't stressful, but why are you the one with the bloody hands?

Emma's heart was pounding. She chanced a look up at Julian. For the briefest of moments he looked like someone who'd been staggering through the Mojave Desert, half-dead from the sun, and had seen a glimmer of water up ahead only to have it turn out to be a mirage. "Still no Mark?" Emma said hastily as Cristina reached them. Not that there was a real reason Cristina would know where Mark was; Emma just didn't want her looking at Julian. Not when he looked like that.

He knew in the way that she was a part of him, the way her breathing was his breathing, and her dreams were his dreams, and her blood was his blood, and when her heart stopped he knew that his would too, and he would be glad, because he wouldn’t want to live one second in a world that didn’t have her in it.

I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And now I am asked to walk upon earth again.

I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.

It tastes of the most bitter poison . . I've never tasted something so disgusting." - Mark Blackthorn

And go the speed limit!" Julian yelled as Mark disappeared around the side of the building. "It's the sky, Julian," said Emma. "There isn't really a speed limit." "I know," he said, and smiled. It was the smile Emma loved, the one she felt like was just for her, the one that said that although life often forced him to be serious, Julian wasn't actually serious by nature.

Birine aşık olduğunda o kişi senin bir parçan hâline gelir. Yaptığın her şeyde o vardır. İçine çektiğin havada, içtiğin suda, damarlarında akan kandadır. Dokunuşu teninde kalır, sesi kulaklarında, düşünceleri zihninde. Rüyalarını bilirsin çünkü kâbusları yüreğini paralar ve güzel rüyaları senin de rüyalarındır. Ve mükemmel olduklarını düşünmezsin, kusurlarını, karanlık sırlarını bilirsin ve bunlar seni korkutup kaçırmaz. Aksine, öyle oldukları için onları daha çok seversin, çünkü mükemmeli istemezsin. Onu istersin. İstediğin..." Derken sustu, sanki herkesin ona baktığını fark etmişti. "Neyi istersin?" dedi Dru, gözlerini kocaman açmış. "Hiç," dedi Julian. "Konuşuyorum işte.

He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.

How long have you been drawing me?” He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. “My whole life.

I have been in the land of Faerie for years and it is a place where mortal blood is turned to fire. It is a place of beauty and terror beyond what can be imagined here. I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And no I am asked to walk upon the earth again.

It has been many years since I have eaten freely at my choice, fair one, and a plate of strawberries is all that I desire." - Mark Blackthorn

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

I wish you'd quit going to the Shadow Market," Julian muttered. "It's dangerous there-" "Oh, NO," Emma said. "Not danger, Mr. I-Just-Almost-Bled-Out-in-My-Car." Julian sighed and reached for his soda. "I can't believe I ever complained about 'Jules' as a nickname.

My face flushed scarlet. I was a stranger in my own skin. I had ever felt this kind of anger in my life. Fort and confusion grew. Its sensation was an overwhelming concoction of hate. The only things I knew - the only things keeping me remotely calm- was the following litany. My name is Eleanora Ada Stone. I was moved from home to home for seventeen years. I am now living on this god-forsaken island in Maine. I was being kept from a world of secrets. I have abilities. I am not human. I do not know what I am.

Love is beautiful." - Malcolm Fade

Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was whipcord thin, but strong, his hands fisting in Julian's shirt. Julian could feel Mark's heart hammering, feel the sharp bones under his skin. He smelled like earth and mildew and grass and nighttime air. "Julian," Mark said, muffled, his body shaking. "Julian, my brother, my brother." Julian sighed. He wanted to relax into his older brother, let Mark hold him up the way he once had. But Mark was slighter than he was, fragile under his hands. He would be holding Mark up from now on. It was not what he had imagined, dreamed of, but it was the reality. It was his brother. He tightened his hands on Mark and adjusted his heart to bear the new burden.

Oku neden çıkardın?" diye sordu Emma. "Çünkü birisi... seni bir okla vurduğunda..." dedi Jules nefes nefese. "... ilk tepkin... ok için teşekkürler, sanırım bir süre orada tutacağım, olmaz." "Espri anlayışını hâlâ kaybetmediğini bilmek güzel.

No matter what happens," Mark said, "I will stay here. I will always, always stay here." He put his arms around Julian and held him tightly. Julian exhaled, as if he were letting go of something heavy that he had carried for a long time, and leaning on Mark's shoulder, he let his older brother bear just a little of his weight.

No one is ever the villain of their own story.” -Cristina

one lives in hope

¿Por qué mentir? "Mark a Emma en el último capítulo de Lady Midnight

«Quando ami qualcuno, questo qualcuno diventa parte di ciò che sei. È in tutto quello che fai. È nell’aria che respiri, nell’acqua che bevi, nel sangue che ti scorre nelle vene. Il suo tocco ti resta sulla pelle, la sua voce ti resta nelle orecchie, i suoi pensieri ti restano nella mente. Conosci i suoi sogni perché quelli brutti ti trafiggono il cuore e quelli belli sono anche i tuoi. E non pensi che sia perfetto, ma conosci i suoi difetti, la verità profonda dentro al suo cuore, le ombre di tutti i suoi segreti, che però non ti spaventano: anzi, te lo fanno amare ancora di più, perché tu non vuoi la perfezione. Vuoi quella persona. Vuoi…»” “Signora della mezzanotte (Italian Edition)”. iBooks.

Senden daha iyi mühür çizen tek kişi Julian," dedi Emma. "Tabiî o bir sanatçı." "Julian, Julian, Julian," diye tekrarladı Cristina, alaylı bir ses tonuyla. "Julian bir ressam, Julian bir dâhi, Julian bunu nasıl tamir edeceğini bilirdi, Julian şunu yapabilirdi. Biliyor musun, son yedi haftadır Julian'a dair öyle harika şeyler duydum ki onunla tanışmadan anıda âşık olacağımdan korkmaya başladım.

Sometimes she thought the only things she had faith in were revenge and Julian.

Oh, if we could end love just by willing it, life would be very different!' Tessa laughed. 'It's easier to end someone else's love for you than kill your love for them, or that you are someone they cannot respect-ideally both.' Her eyes were wide and gray and youthful; it was hard to believe she was older than nineteen. 'To change your own hear, that's nearly impossible.

Tavvy neden şeker paketi içinde?" Mark omuz silkti. "Şeker paketi içine girmek istedi." "Bu onu şeker paketinin içine koyman gerektiği anlamına gelmiyor." Julian sesini yükseltmişti. "Ya da ocağı yıkman gerektiği. Ya da Drusilla'nın içmesine... O bardakta ne var,İ> Dru?" "Çikolatalı süt," dedi Dru çabucak. "Ekşi krema ve pepsiyle." Julian iç çekti. "O şeyi içmemelisin.

Sunlight speared into the Sanctuary as Diana opened the doors. Emma felt a flash of gratitude for her tutor as Diana and the two faeries vanished outside. Gratitude for sparing Arthur--and for sparing Julian one more second of pretending her was alright. For Jules was looking at his brother--finally, really looking at him, with no one to see or judge his weakness.

Oh my," she said as though to herself. "The rumors are true, you have been kept in the dark.

Tavvy!" dedi Julian. "Ağzında lolipopla koşturma. Boğulabilirsin. Tavvy lolipopu ağzından çıkardı ve birinin dolu bir silaha bakacağı şekilde baktı. "Ve ölür müyüm?" "Hem de korkunç bir şekilde," dedi Julian. "Çok fena ölürsün.

Te lo meteré por donde la espalda pierde su digno nombre

The eyes of another can be a mirror more effective than water. If you will look at me, I can see my reflection in yours.

These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

Their closeness wouldn't break, but it would bend and stretch into a new shape.

There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher." - Malcolm Fade

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

There was dancing to wear your feet down, and there were beautiful boys and girls, and kisses were cheaper than wine but the wine was sweet and the fruit sweeter. And you could still hear the music in your head.

The Scholomance was a piece of Shadowhunter history come to life. A cold castle of towers and corridors carved into the side of a mountain in the Carpathians, it had existed for centuries as a place where the most elite of Shadowhunters were trained to deal with the double menaces of demons and Downworlders. It had been closed when the first Accords were signed: a show of faith that Downworlders and Shadowhunters were no longer at war.

The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.

The world is terrible," said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.

True love is hard to find." - Malcolm Fade

Tost makinesi neden kilerde?" dedi Julian. "Başka bir..." Mark doğru kelimeleri arıyor gibiydi. "Elektrik prizi bulamadım." "Peki Tavvy neden şeker paketi içinde?" Mark omuz silkti. "Şeker paketi içine girmek istedi." "Bu onu şeker paketinin içine koyman gerektiği anlamına gelmiyor." Julian sesini yükseltmişti. "Ya da ocağı yıkman gerektiği. Ya da Drusilla'nın içmesine... O bardakta ne var, Dru?" "Çikolatalı süt," dedi Dru çabucak. "Ekşi krema ve pepsiyle." Julian iç çekti. "O şeyi içmemelisin.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight go this body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed adjacent my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.

Well, you can imagine how happy the Marketers were to see me and Cameron—” “You went with Cameron?” Julian said. Livvy held up a hand. “In Emma’s defense, Cameron’s annoying, but he’s hot.” Julian gave her a look. “I mean, if you like guys who look like a redheaded Captain America, which I… don’t?” “Captain America is definitely the most handsome Avenger,” said Cristina. “But I like the Hulk. I would like to fix his broken heart.” "We’re Nephilim,” said Julian. “We’re not even supposed to know about the Avengers. Besides,” he added, “Iron Man is obviously the best-looking.

What do you mean 'has to be?' and what are you smiling at?" I stopped contributing to this ridiculous dance. I grabbed the teapot and began to fill it with water in the sink. Suddenly I felt the slight weight of his body against my back and the corner of his mouth brushed against my ear. "How human you are," he whispered.