365 Quotes About Will-herondale

Los ojos de la mujer fallecida miraban su rostro, un último destello vacío antes de que la oscuridad consumiera todo. Parecía como si él estuviera tan vacío como ella. ¿Por qué había luchado?Entonces recordó. No podía permitirse olvidarlo.Tessa, pensó. Will.

Su belleza no era como la de Will, en fieros colores y fuego contenido, pero tenía una singular perfección callada, el encanto de la nieve cayendo contra un cielo plateado

-Zhe shi jie shang -susurró él, y sus ojos se volvieron suaves y plateados al hablar-, wo sin zui ai ne de.Ella lo entendió. <>

Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.

Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.