“Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“ Tess, Tess, Tessa. Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don’t know… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I pulled them out of the fire myself. I read them all. Every word you wrote. You and I, Tess, we're alike.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He only wished that she were still here. It was good to be here with Jem and Cecily and Charlotte, to be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Julie, Idris born and bred, made a face. "What is Brangelina? It sounds like a demon." "It does not!" George protester. "I… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Value your parabatai," he said. "For it is a precious bond. All love is precious. It is why we do what we… — 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
In other people's books, I tend to love the really daredevil-y characters. I love Finnick from 'The Hunger Games.' And I think,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The greatest fear of Jonathan is the love he feels for his sister. ” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I can tell you that the end of life is the some of the love that was lived in it. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“¿No está enojado? –Estoy contento, –dijo. –Ellos van a ser capaces de cuidar uno del otro cuando yo me haya ido, o… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He took a deep breath. “You make me question myself,” he said. “All the time, every day. I was brought up to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something.… — 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
