Value your parabatai," he said. "For it is a precious bond. All love is precious. It is why we do what we do. Why do we fight demons? Why are they not fit custodians of this world? What makes us better? It is because they do not build, but destroy. They do not love, but hate only. We are human and fallible, we Shadowhunters. But if we did not have the capability to love, we could not guard humans; we must love to guard them. My parabatai, he loved like few ever could love, with all and everything. I see you are like that too; it burns more brightly in you than the fire of Heaven
Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. __hat do you care if Alec__ miserable?_ __hat do I care?_ Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. __f course I care about Alec; he__ my best friend, my parabatai. And he__ unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven__ done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead__ __e__ not dead.
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Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. __hat do you care if Alec__ miserable?_ __hat do I care?_ Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. __f course I care about Alec; he__ my best friend, my parabatai. And he__ unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven__ done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead__ __e__ not dead.
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_falling in love is a state of mental misery which has a restricting, impoverishing, and paralyzing effect upon the development of our consciousness.
Pero me sobran motivos para ser feliz. Sobre todo cuando estoy en los brazos de mis tres misses. Son tres gentiles damas a las que se llega cuando las cosas adquieren una claridad inusitada: Miss Antropía, Miss Oginia y Miss Eria; pero no las comparto, como hago con el resto de mis mujeres.
I've been quite happy. Look, here are my proofs. Remember that I am indifferent to discomforts which would harass other folk. What do the circumstances of life matter if your dreams make you lord paramount of time and space?
Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were trembling for the health of one who is dear to you, today you fear for your own; tomorrow it will be an anxiety about money, the next day the slanders of a calumniator, the day after the misfortune of a friend; then the weather, then something broken or lost, then a pleasure for which you are reproached by your conscience or your vertebral column; another time, the course of public affairs. Not to mention heartaches. And so on. One cloud is dissipated, another gathers. Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who are lucky! As for other men, stagnant night is upon them.
On and off the field, you're my hardest fall, Zoe. No one ever compared. No one ever will.