I want to get into voice-overs.
One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone.
Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.
The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
When in doubt, be ridiculous.
Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.
When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is.
Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.
Even the continents drift.
The Bible doesn't speak of "women's rights" in the social-political language we're used to hearing today. Still, that doesn't mean the Bible is silent on the subject.
Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah. " Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your. . . outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it. " Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?