“Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name," Will said. "You can have mine."Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. "Your name?"Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. "Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.”
―
Cassandra Clare,
Clockwork Princess
“We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-"She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean.She felt him inhale. "Tess," he said. "Tess, look at me."She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one. This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his."Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down."No," he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted...” ― Cassandra Clare
“But my heart isn't simple or straightforward. It's a complicated mess of wants and needs, boys and girls: soft, rough, and everything in between, an ever-shifting precipice from which to fall.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“What didn't kill me didn't make me stronger; what didn't kill me made me into a victim. But I made me stronger. I made me into a survivor.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“We walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“There is no normal. There is just a bunch of people pretending there is. There's just different levels of pain. Different stages of safe. The biggest con of all is that there's a normal.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“I don't say what I'm thinking. I don't tell him how lucky he is, that he can just sit there and admit it, sheepish, but unashamed. Like it's his right. Like it's okay, because she's supposed to belong to someone like him, instead of someone like me.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I’d tear the whole world apart for you""And I'd burn it down for you” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?" I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has - of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: "It’ll always be Mina.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I fell like a star and she was the end of the world. A cataclysmic crash of two people. Never to be the same. Never getting back up. Not unless we were doing it together.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“It was the perfect meet-cute, except when you’re a girl who likes other girls, there’s this little additional dance, because what if she doesn’t? So you’re not looking for red flags like a girl does with a guy—you’re looking for rainbow ones.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“She was in love with you,” he says. “And I don’t think she got to tell you, did she?”My heart lurches, seizes inside my chest, fluttering to life at the words I’ve always wanted to hear. I shake my head. Tears spill down my cheeks.“She loved you. She wanted to be with you. That’s why she told me about herself. She said she’d made her choice. It was you. I think it was always you.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I'll choose you. No matter how hard it is. No matter what people say. Every time, I'll choose you. It's up to you to choose me back.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“This we share. Scars and knowledge and broken saftey that was never reallty there in the first place, because we were born to bad apples.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“Bad ideas are sometimes necessary." It sounds so much like an excuse, it's such an addict thing to say, that it makes my skin crawl.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“Her fingers bite into my arm, and I squeeze her wrist tight where I'm holding on to her, because this is what we're good at: hurting each other.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“Practically everyone thinks they're smarter than a teenage girl. It's what makes being one so powerful, if you know how to use that giant mistake of an assumption.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“I hate the whole " what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" saying. It's bullshit. Sometimes what kills you is worse. Sometimes what kills you is preferable. Sometimes what doesn't kill you messes you up so bad it's always a fight to make it through what you left with. What didn't kill me didn't make me stronger; what didn't made me a victim.But I made me stronger. I made me into a survivor.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“We're all gonna die because I waited for the bacon donuts” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-"She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean.She felt him inhale. "Tess," he said. "Tess, look at me."She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one. This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his."Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down."No," he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted...” ― Cassandra Clare
“But my heart isn't simple or straightforward. It's a complicated mess of wants and needs, boys and girls: soft, rough, and everything in between, an ever-shifting precipice from which to fall.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“What didn't kill me didn't make me stronger; what didn't kill me made me into a victim. But I made me stronger. I made me into a survivor.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“We walk into the rest of our lives together, not knowing it'll end before it's truly started.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“There is no normal. There is just a bunch of people pretending there is. There's just different levels of pain. Different stages of safe. The biggest con of all is that there's a normal.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“I don't say what I'm thinking. I don't tell him how lucky he is, that he can just sit there and admit it, sheepish, but unashamed. Like it's his right. Like it's okay, because she's supposed to belong to someone like him, instead of someone like me.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I’d tear the whole world apart for you""And I'd burn it down for you” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“It was Mina this whole time, wasn’t it?" I give him the only thing I can: the cold, hard truth. The one that’ll rewrite every memory he has - of him and me, her and me, the two of them, all three of us: "It’ll always be Mina.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I fell like a star and she was the end of the world. A cataclysmic crash of two people. Never to be the same. Never getting back up. Not unless we were doing it together.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“It was the perfect meet-cute, except when you’re a girl who likes other girls, there’s this little additional dance, because what if she doesn’t? So you’re not looking for red flags like a girl does with a guy—you’re looking for rainbow ones.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“She was in love with you,” he says. “And I don’t think she got to tell you, did she?”My heart lurches, seizes inside my chest, fluttering to life at the words I’ve always wanted to hear. I shake my head. Tears spill down my cheeks.“She loved you. She wanted to be with you. That’s why she told me about herself. She said she’d made her choice. It was you. I think it was always you.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“I'll choose you. No matter how hard it is. No matter what people say. Every time, I'll choose you. It's up to you to choose me back.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“This we share. Scars and knowledge and broken saftey that was never reallty there in the first place, because we were born to bad apples.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“Bad ideas are sometimes necessary." It sounds so much like an excuse, it's such an addict thing to say, that it makes my skin crawl.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“Her fingers bite into my arm, and I squeeze her wrist tight where I'm holding on to her, because this is what we're good at: hurting each other.” ― Tess Sharpe, Far From You
“Practically everyone thinks they're smarter than a teenage girl. It's what makes being one so powerful, if you know how to use that giant mistake of an assumption.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“I hate the whole " what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" saying. It's bullshit. Sometimes what kills you is worse. Sometimes what kills you is preferable. Sometimes what doesn't kill you messes you up so bad it's always a fight to make it through what you left with. What didn't kill me didn't make me stronger; what didn't made me a victim.But I made me stronger. I made me into a survivor.” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
“We're all gonna die because I waited for the bacon donuts” ― Tess Sharpe, The Girls I've Been
