“The Greek name for a butterfly is Psyche, and the same word means the soul. There is no illustration of the immortality of the soul so striking and beautiful as the butterfly, bursting on brilliant wings from the tomb in which it has lain, after a dull, groveling, caterpillar existence, to flutter in the blaze of day and feed on the most fragrant and delicate productions of the spring. Psyche, then, is the human soul, which is purified by sufferings and misfortunes, and is thus prepared for the enjoyment of true and pure happiness.” (From Bulfinch’s Mythology: The Age of Fable, chapter XI)
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. I heard one girl scream, “I’ll protect you, Rat!” Another panty-dropping smile. “No, seriously though, these next few songs are for my angel. I hope the rest of you find your angel someday. Just remember, don’t let go when you do, even if they try to fly away."
(Mason)

I cannot swallow your hardened eyes
Sightless of my shrinking heart
My caving chest
Shoulders to the polished floor
I cannot swallow your bound arms
My throat the leg of a drowned man
Rubber of a smoldering tire
Your pointed elbows stabbing my temples
I cannot swallow your cool tongue
Clicking behind your teeth as you
List my failures
I can only cry a dusty tumbleweed
A weathered fence post
A handful of rusted nails
Rolling out of me like marbles
(poem : "Bitter End")

“I wasn’t going to let you get hurt.”
I glared at him. But the more I narrowed my eyes at him, the softer his face got. He stroked a thumb over my cheek.
“I love you.”
At that moment, it was like nothing else mattered. In an instant, all of my anger melted away under his touch. Cole’s eyes had an intensity about them that I’d never seen before—as though he was admiring something precious, something he couldn’t comprehend. His face was filled with tenderness and somehow managed to glow in the dusk. Had my heart not already

Nouvel extrait I was sort of wondering if Cole could come with us.” Zack let out a bark of laughter—just one “ha”—but kept playing the game. Bethany, however, set her controller in her lap and took off her glasses. “You’re kidding, right?” she said. She didn’t look at me.
Zack kept playing, the “ha” his only contribution to the conversation.
“No,” I said. “Listen. I know you guys don’t like him, but he promises he’s going to try to get along and… I think he might propose to me.”
“Oh. My. God,” Bethany said, picking her controller up out of her lap and tossing it to the side.

— Si tu ne comptes pas le type avec qui elle est, oui. Je fis demi-tour en direction de la ville.
—Quel type? Elle est avec un type?
— Oui, un officier. Il doit être en pause déjeuner. Il est encore en uniforme. L’inquiétude emplit ma poitrine.
—Est-ce qu'il a trois cicatrices sur la joue gauche?
—Oui, mais assez parlé de lui. Qu’est-ce que tu portes?
— Ce n’est pas le moment, Reyes. Quoi qu’il arrive, ne laisse pas Gemma partir avec ce flic.
—Et comment suggères-tu que je les arrête?
—Tu es le fils de Satan. Tu trouveras un truc.
— Contre quelque chose.
—Tu m’as déjà. Je suis à sec, mon pote.
—Tu dois me faire un striptease.
—Maintenant?
—Ce soir.

“Then, what’s the point? You swear to guard each other, I understand that, but aren’t all Shadowhunters meant to do that for each other?”
“It’s more than that,” said Jem, who had stopped spluttering and spoke somberly. “The idea of parabatai comes from an old tale, the story of Jonathan and David. ‘And it came to pass . . . that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul. . . . Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul.’ They were two warriors, and their souls were knit together by Heaven, and out of that Jonathan Shadowhunter took the idea of parabatai, and encoded the ceremony into the Law.”

""Set me as a seal upon thine heart,as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave"" said Jem."Song of Solomon"

L'idée de sa flotte de souvenirs me plaît aussi: mettre les choses en bouteille pour les empêcher de partir à la derive.