Cassandra Clare Quotes
"Is standing by the window muttering about blood something he does all the time?" asked Simon. "No," Jace said. "Sometimes he sits on the couch and does it."
Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him, full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen.
It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.
Behind her, Jace moved out into the water with a contained grace that barely rippled the surface. Simon behind him, was splashing and cursing.
It was strange how your world could shift on its axis and everything you trusted could invert itself in what seemed like no time at all.
Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?
When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
I get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.
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.
I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.
No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.
I can't tell them what to do!" "Why not?" the other girl demanded. "Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don't know what I'll do with you.
And maybe you should stop pitying yourself,” he said. “Most people are lucky to have even one great love in their life. You have found two.
It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.
Meanwhile,” Simon added, “I wanted to tell you that lately I‘ve been cross-dressing. Also, I‘m sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.
Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.
molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you want if you ask me nicely.
Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray
Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
I'll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from 'almost extinct' to 'not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.' Will that make you happy?
Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.
Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.
I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored
He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.
But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
with his customary crooked smile, “are just too unlikely to dwell upon.
She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.
Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?
Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal
His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.