Cassandra Clare Quotes

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

He hadn't stopped wanting love. He had simply, somehow, stopped looking.

You and your name-dropping. 'I knew Michael'. 'I knew Sammael'. 'The angel Gabriel did my hair'. It's like with biblical figures.

I should have known what you would do, Jem said in a low voice. I always know what you will do. I should have known you would put your hands into the fire.And I should have known you would throw that...

By the Angel, Jace said, looking the demon up and down. I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell.Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth wer...

Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart, Valentine's voice was soft. One simple motion. Nothing you haven't done before.Jace met his father's stare with a level gaze....

I learned to play the instruments of war, he said, and paint in blood.

So what was that all about?I think, Jace said, that she asked if she could touch my mango.She that?Jace shrugged. Yeah, then she gave me her number.

It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either.Just as I am not human, and not demon either, Tessa said softly.His...

In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when...

She turned and looked at him. Ducks? she said again.A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

Clary felt suddenly annoyed. When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?Exsanguinated, said Jace, impr...

I don't suppose it would help if I told you that is the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

You bit de Quincey, he said. You fool. He's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire. I had no choice, said Will. He was choking me.I know, Jem said. But really, Will. Again?

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not mat...

I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart, Tessa. I would give ove...

Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.

Maryse: I am fighting for a better world for myself and my son.Magnus: I have no interest in the world you want or in your doubteless repellent brat, I might add.

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?A regrettable choice of words, muttered Magnus.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come a...