I just don't see why the past has to matter. Cassandra Clare More Quotes by Cassandra Clare More Quotes From Cassandra Clare Maybe you just never knew what it was like to want something you couldn't have before Cassandra Clare want-somethingwant Sophie said to me once that she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face. This is your true self, Tessa. This power is who you are. Whoever loves you now--and you must also love yourself--will love the truth of you. Cassandra Clare sophieselflove-you What was that?" Jace said. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying. Cassandra Clare momentssorrythinking I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. "No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals. Cassandra Clare crazywantlong No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals. Cassandra Clare jacecrazywonder the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats. Cassandra Clare javelinvampiredoors Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death. Cassandra Clare strongheartlove-is Without conflict there is no plot, without hope there is no story Cassandra Clare conflictplotstories Your trusting idiocy knows no bounds Cassandra Clare idiocyboundsknows Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic. Cassandra Clare gunshotsfootwearfog Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal. Cassandra Clare cookingjamyears I kick kittens. I made rude gestures at nuns. Cassandra Clare kittengesturesrude Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.” “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.” “I —” “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.” “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to hurt you.” Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —” “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —” “Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And whose fault is that? Cassandra Clare eyehurtmistake He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before. Cassandra Clare lovelyskillsbroken Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile. Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni hen piao liang.” “What did you say?” Tessa was curious. “I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek. Cassandra Clare hairrunningfall She smiled at him. “How did you know just what I’d want to see?” “How could I not?” he said. “When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind’s eye always with a book in your hand.” He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought — and was surprised how affectionate the thought was. Cassandra Clare eyebookthinking We’re Nephilim. Every one of our life’s passages has some mystical component — our births, our deaths, our, marriages, everything has a ceremony and a rune. There is one as well if you wish to become someone’s parabatai. It’s no small commitment. Cassandra Clare nephilimwishcommitment very funny my sarcastic friend Cassandra Clare sarcastic I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. Cassandra Clare feelingshearttrying I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale Cassandra Clare clockwork-angellost-everythinglost
