Quotes by Cassandra Clare

No. Magnus strode toward him. I didnt call you because Im tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. Im tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

I’ll tell them,” she said. “I’ll tell them it was my fault.”He looked at her, gold eyes incredulous. “You can’t lie to them.”“I’m not. I brought you back,” she said. “You were dead, and I brought you back. I upset the balance, not you. I opened the door for Lilith and her stupid ritual. I could have asked for anything, and I asked for you.” She tightened her grip on his shirt, her fingers white with cold and pressure. “And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I wil always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.

Everyone has choices to make no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

I just dont see why the past has to matter.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.

Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked?Jace: I was following you.Simon: Is this the part where you tell me youre secretly in love with me?

Value your parabatai, he said. For it is a precious bond. All love is precious. It is why we do what we do. Why do we fight demons? Why are they not fit custodians of this world? What makes us better? It is because they do not build, but destroy. They do not love, but hate only. We are human and fallible, we Shadowhunters. But if we did not have the capability to love, we could not guard humans; we must love to guard them. My parabatai, he loved like few ever could love, with all and everything. I see you are like that too; it burns more brightly in you than the fire of Heaven

Clary shut her eyes. You didnt say no to an angel, no matter what it had in mind. Her heart pounding, she sat floating in the darkness behind her eyelids, resolutely trying not to think of Jace. But his face appear against the blank screen of her closed eyelids anyway - not smiling at her but looking sidelong, and she could see the scar at his temple, the uneven curl at the corner of his mouth, and the silver line on his throat where Simon had bitten him - all the marks and flaws and imperfections that made up the person she loved most in the world. Jace. A bright light lit her vision to scarlet, and she fell back against the sand, wondering if she was going to pass out - or maybe she was dying - but she didnt want to die, not now that she could see Jaces face so clearly in front of her. She could almost hear his voice, too, saying her name, the way hed whispered it at Renwicks, over and over again. Clary. Clary. Clary.Clary, Jace said. Open your eyes.

We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!

Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke out from the nearby hill. Simon, Isabelle, and Alec waved at them. Jace bowed while Clary stepped back slightly sheepishly, hooking her thumbs into the belt of her jeansJace sighed. Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?Unfortunately, thats the only kind of friends we have.

I didnt call you because Im tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. Im tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him - she could read what was in his eyes, he realised. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it.“Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.I have lost everything, Will thought. Everything.

I was trying to go... somewhere. But I kept getting pulled back here. I couldnt stop walking, couldnt stop thinking. About the first time I ever saw you, and how after I couldnt forget you. I wanted to, but I couldnt stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institute. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me-- I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldnt get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it-- it had never been like that for me before. Id always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwicks and I knew. And then to find out the reason I felt like that-- like you were some part of me Id lost and never ever knew I was missing until I saw you again-- that the reason was that you were my sister, it felt like some cosmic joke. Like God was spitting on me. I dont even know for what-- for thinking that I actually get to have you, that I would deserve something like that, to be happy. I couldnt imagine what it was Id done that I was being punished for--

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

Happy birthday, Alexander, Magnus murmured.Thanks for remembering, Alec whispered back.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

People arent born good or bad. Maybe theyre born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, youd have died in childhood.