She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.
Failure and success are not accidents, but the strictest justice.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.
An old novel has a history of its own.
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
You needn't consult me about redecorating. I know no female can live two days in a house and leave anything as it was. I shall be much astonished if I can find my way about when I return.
The problem of empathy is pretty universal, and pretty much breaks down across America. People can't feel beyond their drawn borders. And skin color and culture have a lot to do with that.
Yeah, but now suddenly - you know, universities are notoriously market oriented, too.