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Faded Quotes by Cassandra Clare
- I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown." Jace said. "Brown?" said Isabelle.…
- There were some memories, though, that never faded.
- Jace?" She offered him the glass. "I am a man," he told her. "And men do not consume pink beverages. Get the gone, woman and…
- Sophie has a gift," she said. "She has the Sight. She can see what others do not. In her old life she often wondered if…
- A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy…
More Faded Quotes
- For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it… — James M. Barrie
- If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've… — Virginia Woolf
- I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest. — Drake
- In your city faded off the brown, NINO. She insists she got more class, WE KNOW. — Drake
- After the cheers have died down and the stadium is empty, after the headlines have been written and after you are back… — Vince Lombardi
- This work somehow awakened my dormant powers of will and I began to practice self-control. At first my resolutions faded like snow… — Nikola Tesla
- Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness — Drake
- Mountains were once my big adventure but is is over since a long time; I still dream from the wonderful days sometimes,… — Fritz Zwicky
- I came across a photograph of him not long ago... his black face, the long snout sniffing at something in the air,… — Willie Morris
- When the moon shall have faded out from the sky, and the sun shall shine at noonday a dull cherry red, and… — William Jacob Holland
- Time seemed to suspend itself, or cease altogether. Place faded away. There was only her self, the centre that endured through all… — Lois Tilton
- Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost,… — William Shakespeare