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“Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?�� she asked. “His sister?��
"If he listens to anyone, it would be her.��
“That’s sweet,�� said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.��
“Yeah,�� Simon said. “It’s precious”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you've already had sex, it was great, and now you're just friends--even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what I mean?"
Yes, Clary thought. "No," she said.

pg. 280”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something."
Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?"

"I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so...so...shiny.”
― Cassandra Clare

“Bitten? You mean you're a-"
"A werewolf," said the girl. "Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole's sister.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it."
"Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“I'm Magnus Bane." he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. "I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was comming?"
"I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so... so... shiny.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“I know you worry about me needing you, but I shouldn't be with you because I need you. I should be with you because I love you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“I will stay by your side until the fire in the sun grows cold and the light of the moon is no more. Until time blots out the stars.”
― Elizabeth Lim, Unravel the Dusk

“We will stand bravely with you! Malcolm announced. Catarina looked darkly at him, and he quailed. Well, we will stand bravely near you. Or at least within earshot. Maia gave him a hard look. So no guarantees, basically? Malcolm shrugged. Warlocks are independent. And hard to get hold of. Like cats, but with fewer tails. Well, there are some tails. I don't have one myself -”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I won’t be just your friend. I love you, Maia. I’m in love with you. I always have been. I always will be. Just being your friend would kill me�� - Jordan”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“What else is a poem about?
The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can't just write 'I feel sad.' I mean, you can, but it's not poetry... I think it has to be experienced instead of studied. You step into it.”
― Garret Freymann-Weyr, After the Moment

“Patience, grasshopper," said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait."
"I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'" said Simon. No wonder I've been confused all my life."
"'Confused is a nice word for it," said Jace”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“The song reminds me of my life lately and the way things that happen devastate you so badly but then turn around and totally surprise you by growing into something unexpected and astounding.
Of course, i could be wrong. I mean, who knows what the song is really about except whoever wrote it? But that's one of the many things about music that's so great. You can interpret a song and relate it to your life any way you want.”
― Love Maia, DJ Rising

“The way I see it, the blue is the stuff you can't control, life's major heartbreak and struggles, that feeling of devastation so massive and brutal it inflicts permanent damage on the heart and spirit that can never be undone and will always be there, spewing somewhere in a corner of your mind like deep scars you'll have with you you're whole life.
The green you also can't control. But that's the part that reminds you life is worth living. It's not the here-and-there type of good stuff that happens every day either. The green is the stuff that comes in huge doses that slap you in the face when you least expect it and brings a light to all that you are through growth, bravery, and goodness, and love. It's the stuff that picks you up when you're at the bottom and makes you keep on going even when you're sure you can't. That's the green.”
― Love Maia, DJ Rising

“ძველ�� კინო _
ადამიანები�� ჰერბარიუმი.”
― მაია სარიშვილ��, მიკრ��ǃ�კოპი

“ვეფერებოდი ამ ხეთა ნერგებ�� ოდესღა��.
ახლა ცაში ჩაზრდილა��
ჩემი ხელმონაკიდ�� კენწეროები...”
― მაია სარიშვილ��

“E ricorda: è importante che sia l'uomo il più innamorato dei due."
"Perché, mamma?"
"Perchè, mia cara, il cuore di una donna è mutevole ed è capace di innamorarsi anche più di una volta. Gli uomini, invece, nonostante tendano a esternare meno i propri sentimenti, quando amano, lo fanno per sempre.”
― Lucinda Riley, The Seven Sisters

“Thank you, child,' said I. 'I hope it is mine indeed. But Psyche, we must be serious; yes, and busy too. How have you lived? How did you escape? And oh �� we mustn't let the joy of the moment put it out of our minds �� what are we to do now?'
'Do? Why, be merry, what else? Why should our hearts not dance?”
― C. S. Lewis, Till we have Faces: A Myth Retold

“Patient grasshopper, good things come to those who wait”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Mi mancherai moltissimo, ma chi ha le ali non è fatto per stare chiuso in gabbia, Se lo ami devi lasciarlo libero di voltare.”
― Lucinda Riley, The Seven Sisters

“O' sprite full Maia, come attire our lands with
your boundless prize,of joyful swelling by the nature's pleasing bloom and green surprise;
to sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales;and birds will spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.”
― Nithin Purple, Halcyon Wings: 'These passions feathers are gathering on a winged vision'

“Ik Hermes, zoon van de Oppergod Zeus
bergnimf Maia mijn geboortemoeder
niet alleen bode, benoem mij hoeder
der kunsten, lyriek, �������� en heus

leraar van de schone zanggodinnen
men vergeet, ook ik laat mijn stem eens los
hoor het gezang alom Epidauros
luister Grieken, laat mij u beminnen

zodat ik uw ontroerend hart beroer
zet u neder op de punt van uw stoel

hef niet uw voeten van de kille vloer
geef alleen maar toe aan zalig gevoel
doof geheel om u heen al het rumoer
treed in het mythologisch zang gewoel”
― Laurens Windig