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Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.
Cassandra Clare
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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
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My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.
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Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.
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Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes
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I get the feeling, Alec said, and smiled, she hasn't forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it. Good girl, said Jace with appreciation. I didn't betray you, idiot. It's the thought that counts.
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And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
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Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
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I thought of love as a game. It is not a game. It is more serious than death.
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