Cassandra Clare Quotes

You can't forget the things you did in the past, or you'll never learn from them.

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?

For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

What was that?" Jace said. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.

You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.

And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.

He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also.

There is more to life than surviving.

I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?

Here's a hot tip: Most girls don't like being stalked.

Okayyyyy,” Isabelle said in a low voice, “When did Brother Zachariah get hot?

I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.

wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

So, technically," Simon said, "even though Jace isn't actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

For love is as strong as death.

You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.

It's too late," she said. "Don't say that." His voice was half a whisper. "I love you, Tessa. I love you.

Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.

He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave?" "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.

Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression. "Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing.

Look on the bright side," said Simon, "If they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. I'm not sure the rest of you qualify anyway.

If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.

What?” Simon looked alarmed. ”I‘m not really sleeping with your mom, you know. I was just trying to get your attention. Not that your mom isn’t a very attractive woman for her age.

I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.

And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.

Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary

She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

Carstairs is alright, I suppose. If you like that sort.” “Oh?” “The taken. The uninterested.” “As opposed to… you, Gabriel?” “Well, yes.

Hiding here, are you? That’s awkward.” “Why?” “Because I had intended to hide here myself.” “You may hide here with me, if you wish.

I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-" "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.

Tell me,” Isabelle said.“Who it was. That my father had the affair with.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.