Flaubert skulle ha svarat att alla människor var otillräckliga. Att tiden tog överhanden och slukade dem, och att det var en ren illusion att man kunde vinna över den.

Vi tror at det alltid vil være tid nok til å gjøre ting overfor andre mennesker. Tid nok til å si ting til dem. Og så skjer det noe, og da står vi plutselig der og tenker på ord som «hvis bare»

Tiden kunde man nog lita på; den gick.

Hon tycker det är orimligt att man inte får vara ledsen över att tiden går. Att man hela tiden gör något som inte kan göras om, att plötsligt dör man.

She glanced over at Zachariah, who was busy patting Church. The cat had climbed up onto the champagne table and was gleefully knocking over glasses. Her look was one of exasperation and fondness mixed together.

But from now on the Herondales owe the Carstairs. Okay? Remember that.

Nossos corações precisam de um espelho, Tessa. Enxergamos o melhor de nós mesmos naqueles que nos amam. E existe uma beleza que só a brevidade oferece.

There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of ancient times, like Achilles and Jason.”“Achilles was murdered with a poisonedarrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why anyone would want to be one.

You don’t sound very patriotic,” observed Tessa. “Weren’t you just reminiscing about the mountains?”“Patriotic?” Will looked smug. “I’ll tell you what’s patriotic,” he said. “In honor of my birthplace, I’ve the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—”“You’re in a charming temper, aren’t you, William?” interrupted Jem,though there was no edge to his voice.

Cecy, what are you doing here?"She took a step forward, then paused onthe threshold, glancing down at her barefeet. “I could ask of you the same.”“I like to talk to the horses at night. They make good company. And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.