“Simon, don’t you think I’m scared of that too? You’re not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump together. We fall together.”
“It's hard to believe how much light you cand find in the darkness, when you have someone who loves you.”
“This stupid weapons-shopping idea. Last time I take dating advice from Jace.” “You let Jace plan our date?”
“He took her in his arms and kissed her-kissed her the way he'd been longing to kiss her since he first laid eyes on her, kissed her not like a romance novel hero or a Shadowhunter warrior or some imaginary character from the past, but like Simon Lewis kissing the girl he loved more than anything in the world.”
“And I also know that loving someone—even when it’s scary, even when there are consequences—is never the wrong thing to do.”
“This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul.
This is how a faerie loves: with destruction.
This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.”
“She smiled and it was the kind of smile you give to someone who can make you want to throttle them and kiss them all at the same time.”
“I love you, she told him, night after night, for seven years. Faeries cannot lie, and he knew that.”
“You never called me. I saved you from getting decapitated by an Eidolon demon and you didn't even call.”
“Humans are animals. Pain is their nature.”
“I'm sorry, Simon said, thinking they had to be the lamest, most useless words in the English language.”
“Simon had never realized what a sad sound it was: hope.”
“Losing myself,” he said.
“What?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Losing myself, in this. In you. I’ve spent this whole year trying to find myself, to figure out who I am, and now there’s you, there’s us, there’s this all-consuming, terrifying black hole of a feeling, and if I give into it . . . I feel like I’m standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon, you know? Like, here’s something bigger, deeper than the human mind is built to fathom. And I’m just supposed to . . . jump in?”
“In the Land under the Hill, in the Time Before …
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful lady of the Seelie Court who lost her heart to the son of an angel.
Once upon a time, there were two boys come to the land of Faerie, brothers noble and bold. One brother caught a glimpse of the fair lady and, thunderstruck by her beauty, pledged himself to her. Pledged himself to stay. This was the boy Andrew. His brother, the boy Arthur, would not leave his side.
And so the boys stayed beneath the hill, and Andrew loved the lady, and Arthur despised her.
And so the lady kept her boy close to her side, kept this beautiful creature who swore his fealty to her, and when her sister lay claim to the other, the lady let him be taken away, for he was nothing.
She gave Andrew a silver chain to wear around his neck, a token of her love, and she taught him the ways of the Fair Folk. She danced with him in revels beneath starry skies. She fed him moonshine and showed him how to give way to the wild.
Some nights they heard Arthur’s screams, and she told him it was an animal in pain, and pain was in an animal’s nature.
She did not lie, for she could not lie.
Humans are animals.
Pain is their nature.
For seven years they lived in joy. She owned his heart, and he hers, and somewhere, beyond, Arthur screamed and screamed. Andrew didn’t know; the lady didn’t care; and so they were happy.
Until the day one brother discovered the truth of the other.
The lady thought her lover would go mad with the grief of it and the guilt. And so, because she loved the boy, she wove him a story of deceitful truths, the story he would want to believe. That he had been ensorcelled to love her; that he had never betrayed his brother; that he was only a slave; that these seven years of love had been a lie.
The lady set the useless brother free and allowed him to believe he had freed himself.
The lady subjected herself to the useless brother’s attack and allowed him to believe he had killed her.
The lady let her lover renounce her and run away.
And the lady beheld the secret fruits of their union and kissed them and tried to love them. But they were only a piece of her boy. She wanted all of him or none of him.
As she had given him his story, she gave him his children.
She had nothing left to live for, then, and so lived no longer.
This is the story she left behind, the story her lover will never know; this is the story her daughter will never know.
This is how a faerie loves: with her whole body and soul.
This is how a faerie loves: with destruction.
I love you, she told him, night after night, for seven years. Faeries cannot lie, and he knew that.
I love you, he told her, night after night, for seven years. Humans can lie, and so she let him believe he lied to her, and she let his brother and his children believe it, and she died hoping they would believe it forever.
This is how a faerie loves: with a gift.”
“Simon, don't you think I'm scared of that too? You're not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump together. We fall together.”
“You’re not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump together. We fall together.”
“Así es como un hada ama, con todo su cuerpo y alma. Así es como un hada ama con la destrucción. Te amo, le dijo ella, noche tras noche durante siete años. Las hadas no pueden mentir y el lo sabia. Te amo, le dijo el, noche tras noche durante siete años. Los seres humanos pueden mentir y por eso ella le dejo creer que le mintió a ella, y ella dejo que su hermano y sus lo creyeran, y ella murió esperando creer siempre. Así es como un hada ama como un regalo.”
“This kiss will consummate a part of myself with him that is newly revealed - the living and breathing substance pulsating between both of us.”
“I’ve watched the seconds pat and nurse Their man; and seen him put to bed; With twenty guineas in his purse, And not an eye within his head. —J.H. Reynolds, The Fancy”
“Its easy to make frends if you let pepul laff at you.”
“Riyadh was the base of the government, but none of the Al Sa’ud family particularly enjoyed the city; their complaints never ended about the dreariness of life in Riyadh. It was too hot and dry, the men of religion took themselves too seriously, the nights were too cold. Most of the family preferred Jeddah or Taif.”
“Alışkanlık getirir eski yerine hiçbir şey duymamış düşünmemiş anlamamış olmanın rahatlığını. (s. 165)”
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