“Is there anything that makes a woman sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?" Tessa slitted her eyes at him.… — 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
“You don't even like poetry," Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. "No. But you make me want… — 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
“In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and painting, and occupation for which he had no aptitude… — 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
If you do not help me," Tessa said to Jem, "I swear, I will change into you, and I will lift him… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“They were staring at Will, Will looks wrong." Tessa glanced over at Will, who was rummaging through the desk drawers with gloved… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sometimes one must choose whether to be kind or honorable. Sometimes one cannot be both,” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You would make a very ugly woman" "I would not. I would be stunning — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jem’s knees gave out, and he sank to the trunk at the foot of his bed, still playing. He played Will breathing… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I’ve always said there is a great deal of power in words, and that means names, too. A name you choose for… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They’re not hideous,” said Tessa. Will blinked at her. “What?” “Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Algunas veces uno tiene que elegir entre ser amable y honorable, –dijo. –A veces no se puede ser las dos.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He flushed, the colour dark against his pale skin. 'I mean. Tessa Gray, will you do me the honour of becoming my… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre," Tessa pointed out. "No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out… — 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
