You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Emma cursed the intensity of the faerie language- like meant nothing to them: They lived in a world of love or hate,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
She is fine. She hates us both but it really didn't sound like anything else was wrong — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yes?" said Clary, her voiced sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?" "No wonder… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, I hate to tell you this," she said, "but your friend is an asshole." "He's not my friend," said Simon. "And… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You should see his older brother,” said Jem. “Makes Gabriel look sweeter than gingerbread. Hates Will even more thanGabriel, too, if that’s… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?" Jace looked at Dorothea over… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Isabelle and Sebastian? Hardly. Sebastian’s a nice guy – Isabelle only likes dating thoroughly inappropriate boys our parents will hate. Mundanes, Downworlders,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Was it weird hearing from Jace?" asked Simon, his voice carefully neutral. "I mean, since you found out..." His voice trailed off.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There she is." Alec spotted his sister and waved her over, looking relieved. "Over here. And watch out for the phouka." "Watch… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Wear that scarf," he said, pointing to a blue cashmere scarf hanging on a peg. "It matches your eyes." Alec looked at… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common. "… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I know what you said! My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of-some kind of hate group."… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories." "You hate the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,” Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. “Perhaps… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate? — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I hate it when you answer a question with a question." "No you don't, you think it's charming.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I hate it when you answer a question with a question." "No you dont, you think its charming. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I wish I could hate you," he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an unconcerned half smile, his eyes… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You weaseled your way into my life, Simon Lewis, and I don’t know how or why or even when but it happened,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I knew then that Jocelyn would never come back to me, because of you. You are the only thing in the world… — 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
