“The witch grunted. "Love gone wrong. The worst." Jace made a soft, almost inaudible noise at that—a chuckle. Dorothea's ears pricked like… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No matter how many books you've written, whenever you sit down to write a new book, you always feel the same challenge… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is better than going on loving someone who cannot love me back. Better wasting all that feelings" -Tessa gray — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We’re meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
After all, it was never Darnay he quoted, only Sydney, drunk and wrecked and dissipated. Sydney, who died for love. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Yes, he would have done that for Tessa - died to keep the ones she needed beside her - and so would… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell them,” she said. “I’ll tell them it was my fault.” He looked at her, gold eyes incredulous. “You can’t lie… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
That’s another thing,” she said. “You no longer need other people in your life once you have found your true love. No… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He never forgot what he learned and that was to love is to destroy and to be love is to be the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If love is great, then it is worth fighting for.” “What if it is immoral somehow? Forbidden?” “Forbidden? But my father’s love… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“When you love someone that intensely and they do not love you in the same way, it is impossible to part well.” — 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
