Quotes About Will

Survival and victory were simple questions of strength, cunning, and will.

It's good indeed to give! Yet it is better still— O'er breadth, through length, down depth, up height, To trust HIS will!

The mind sees, the will commands, the man acts. What is it then to act? To act is to produce something. If you have produced nothing--if no result has been the fruit of your will, you have done nothing.

something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.

It isn't magic, just a focus for the will. A powerful will might not even need it" -Brimstone

Tal vez todos queramos, pero algunos somos dueños de nuestros deseos, mientras que otros son esclavos...

Things change. They can be changed, by those with the will.

M?t?ik?cakra is the theory of the alphabet. This theory teaches us that the whole universe is created by God, Lord ?iva, as one with, and not separated from, His own nature. He has created this universe in His own Self as the reflection of His sweet will.

Oh, leave it," said Jem, kicking Will, not without affection, lightly on the ankle. "She's annexed my plan!" "Will," Tessa said firmly. "Do you care more about the plan being enacted or about getting credit for it?" Will pointed a finger at her. "That," he said. "The second one.

It's Will," she said. "He's being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room." Charlotte looked puzzled. "How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?

Gabriel's green eyes sought Will. "It was demon pox, wasn't it? You know all about it, don't you? Aren't you some sort of expert?" "Well, you needn't act as if I invented it," said Will.

Will: Have you ever seen what happens to someone with demon pox? First it lies dormant. One begins to turn yellow and green. Then the swelling sets in - Jem: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DEMON POX.

Jem shook his head. "You bit de Quincey" he said. "You fool. He's a VAMPIRE" "I had no choice" said Will " He was choking me" "I know" Jem said. " But really Will, AGAIN?

Love potions? For Will Herondale? T'aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that's a fact.

I don't know how to live in the world as a Shadowhunter without Will. I don't think i even want to. I am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone.

Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - " The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside. The door banged shut after him, and Thomas, sitting bolt upright, seized reins of the horses. A moment later the carriage had lurched forth into the night, leaving Gabriel staring, infuriated, after it.

If I might make a suggestion," said Will. "About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you'd like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the left—

Their oldest child, James, had spoken laughingly about Will's unrelenting fear of ducks and his continual battle to keep them out of the pond at the family home in Yorkshire.

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—

We don't know for certain that she's a warlock, Jessie," said Will. Jessamine ignored him. "Is it dreadful, being so evil? Are you worried you'll go to hell?" She leaned closer to Tessa. "What do you think the Devil's like ?" Tessa set her fork down. "Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice if you like. Being a warlock, and all.

Will looked up in apparent relief when Charlotte and Tessa came in. "Will," Charlotte said, "You remember Miss Gray?" "My recollection of her," said Will, "is most vivid indeed.

Camille brushed by Jem, hardly looking at him, and Will followed, pausing only long enough to mutter "She doesn't smell like anything" to Jem under his breath. Jem looked alarmed. "You've been smelling her?

With a shrug and a blink, the policeman moved past Will, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about swearing off the gin before he truly started seeing things. Will stepped aside to let the man pass, then raised his voice to a shout: "James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?

No, i mean enterprising." said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say,`Now, that is something i would have done´