City Quotes

Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now.""I was going to watch Project Runway.

There's no need to clarify my finger snap, " said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.

Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression."Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing.

Look on the bright side, " said Simon, "If they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. I'm not sure the rest of you qualify anyway.

Really, nobody was there?” I asked.“Well, nobody important, ” he said, putting his glasses back on and blinking.

The principles of godliness must be ensured to be received by all in the community, city and the nation, even by the young and old.

The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.

He clearly suffers from some past traumas too, so hopefully he'll understand why I was untruthful to him about mine.

Adding to my emotional dizziness on Sunday, I spoke with my sister, who kept noting how amazing Michael is, and what a brave and selfless man he is for having helped as he did.

My past still haunts me when I sleep, although I saw that - much to my surprise- his does as well.

A few minutes later, my eyes began to feel a bit droopy, but I vaguely noticed that Anissa was whispering something.

The lead-up to the moment was magical in every respect, but a part of me was, and still is, uneasy about the whole thing for many reasons.

The danger of prolonged despair is its tendency to cloud the gift of a new beginning that every tomorrow offers. --Anissa's Redemption

Don’t carry the weight of the world on you Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

You have two things of value: your monastery and your people. Translate the book for me, and I'll let you keep one. Which will it be?

But can one actually see beauty with eyes blurred by the lack of almost everything a human being needs?

It's like killing each other is the only thing we know how to do.

Cities are more than the sum of their infrastructure. They transcend brick and mortar, concrete and steel. They're the vessels into which human knowledge is poured.

I've never thought much of strictly organised and methodical study. You can't arrange a library in alphabetical order until you've collected one.

It's a good day for Kokomo

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

So it's true what they say about warlocks,

Wait a second, " Clary said."I never understand why people say that, " Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.

Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you.

I'm not unhappy, " he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

I don't want a new purpose. I want what's mine. I want my birthright.

God has a will for your city, country, neighboring countries, and the whole world

Clary, " he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.

If everyone in New York took sides over these petty, insignificant arguments, no one would have any friends at all.

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

A soulless city creates soulless people!

My life wasn’t just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics.Permanently.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.The girls of 1929.

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.

New York!" he said. "That's not a place, it's a dream.

Funny thing about love, ain’t it? Sometimes it saves you and sometimes, like right then, even love isn’t enough.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

When I returned to New York, it had already changed. I always wished things could just remain.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Penny knew also she loved the country for its beauty. Cities could be magnificent, astounding, fantastic, but they were not consistently beautiful and simple. Penny liked uncomplicated beauty.

I wonder what became of you, your JohnnyRotten skin, no Emerald City eyes.You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.

I wanted to stand on the kind of holy ground that wasn't curated by church professionals, where a burning bush could blaze forth in defiance of safety regulations and outside of regular office hours.