When I first arrived in London, I so quickly tired of being surrounded by so many people that it was only with… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I love you so much, so incredibly much," he went on, "and I forget when you're close to me, I forget who… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. She is gone, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I know about parabatai,” said Magnus, an angry, dark undercurrent to his voice. “I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No. I wanted to tell you that I was proud of you." Clary slewed around to look at her mother. "You were?"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I will add that I do not believe his admiration of my person, dazzling through I am, to be sincere. He told… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Does she still love you?" "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?' Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but it's the way you live your life that… — 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
