A Quote by Cassandra Clare

Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit. — © Cassandra Clare
Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.
Law is a bottomless pit.
First you must find... another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here, beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get a two layer effect with a little path running down the middle. ("A path! A path!") Then, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forrest... with... a herring!
Things can get only so bad. People want to eat, so at some point they resist further cuts to their consumption - it's not a bottomless pit.
They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
Space is not only high, it's low. It's a bottomless pit.
UN goodwill may be a bottomless pit but it's by no means limitless.
A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.
Law is a Bottomless-Pit, it is a Cormorant, a Harpy, that devours every thing.
I have plenty of vanity in my life. I want to look pretty in the world. But it can be this bottomless pit.
Work without faith is like an attempt to reach the bottom of a bottomless pit.
Law has been called a bottomless pit, not so much because of its depth, as that its windings are so obscure nobody can see the end.
Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.
May you and your triple cursed wash water turn purple with orange spots and fall down a bottomless pit!
Bad Gardens copy, good gardens create, great gardens transcend. What all great gardens have in common are their ability to pull the sensitive viewer out of him or herself and into the garden, so completely that the separate self-sense disappears entirely, and at least for a brief moment one is ushered into a nondual and timeless awareness. A great garden, in other words, is mystical no matter what its actual content.
What a wonderful work Wagner has done for humanity in translating the toil of life into the readable script of music! For those who seek the tale of other worlds his magic is silent; but earth-travail under his wand becomes instinct with rhythmic song to an accompaniment of the elements, and the blare and crash of the bottomless pit itself.
My favorite thing is landscaping. I love landscaping. And so what I'll do is, mostly I put language into search engines, and if I want to look, like, at tulip gardens, or, like, Georgian gardens, i love English gardens, how they're laid out. Japanese gardens, Asian gardens. So, I'm kind of a frustrated landscaper.
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