The ear is the avenue to the heart.
Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed, and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over. The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.
Do not judge from mere appearances; for the lift laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy. The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.
In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations.You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.I didn't invite him into bed, Clary snapped. We were just kissing.Just kissing? Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. How swiftly you dismiss our love.