“But you couldn't win out over a broken heart, even someone else’s. Even someone you loved.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers;… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I used to think if I married Master Jem—” Sophie picked at the blanket, then looked up and smiled bleakly. “You haven’t… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Such a fuss ofer a few mundanes." Mrs Dark chuckled and moved to stand beside her sister, so that Will, with his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
One of the heavy marble busts that lined the higher shelves had slid free and was falling toward her; she ducked out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And broken both your hearts? How would that have benefited me? You are as dear to me as another half of my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There are some people—people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. "It… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
