Quote by Cassandra Clare

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Summary

This quote suggests that the person speaking has an aversion to poetry, yet they are inspired or motivated by someone or something to actually write it. It reflects the idea that sometimes, it's not about personal preferences or likes, but rather the impact someone or something can have on us, sometimes leading us to engage in activities we may otherwise dislike or avoid. It showcases the power of influence and how it can push us beyond our comfort zones.

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Poetry Love Tessa Gray Jem Carstairs

By Cassandra Clare

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