Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The… — 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
Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers;… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I hope that simple love and truth will be strong in the end. I hope that real love and truth are stronger… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Oh, what is brighter than the light? What is darker than the night? What is kkener than an axe? What is softer… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning ... — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“There is no curse on me, Tessa. The demon tricked me. There never was a curse. All these years, I've been a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sincerity and gravity, in Magnus's opinion, were highly overrated, as was being forced to relive unpleasant memories. He would much rather be… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt—fatal. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He's not a liar at all. Not about important things. He'll tell you horrible truths, but he won't lie." She paused before… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
At the time I thought what I had with you and your mother was better than nothing. But if you can't tell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“There is truth in stories,” said Arthur. “There is truth in one of your paintings, boy or in a sunset or a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget. The love, the heartbreak, the joy, the despair,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I need some beef and broccoli before I face any more Mr. Darcy. It's a truth universally acknowledged that if you watch… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for digestion." - Will Herondale” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Who am I?” he whispered. “For years I pretended I was other than I was, and then I gloried that I might… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It is always better to live the truth than to live a lie. And that lie would have kept him alone forever.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Jem—Jem is all the better part of myself. I wouldnot expect you to understand. I owe him this. “I know. I know… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Julian,” said Jia, in the same gentle voice, “would you do something for us? Would you take up the Mortal Sword?” Clary… — 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
“You couldn't speak to fear, couldn't tell it the truth: Fear lived in your bones.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Whoever loves you now—and you must also love yourself—will love the truth of you. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Now before we do any digging around in that blond head of yours to find out the truth, I suggest you cool… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Good. Because I don't need protecting." "I knew you'd say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We're… — 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
