Quotes by Cassandra Clare

I thought you were dead. Magnus smiled crookedly. What, from that scratch? He glanced down at the reddening jacket in Alecs hand. Okay, a deep scratch. Like, from a really, really big cat.

Jem grinned. “Where have you been? The Blue Dragon? The Mermaid?” “The Devil Tavern if you must know.” Will sighed and leaned against one of the posts of the bed. “I had such plans for the evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower-selling child who asked me for two-pence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me.” “A little girl robbed you?” Tessa said. “Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel.” “Easy mistake to make,” Jem said.

You think thats the solution to everything, dont you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love... but I tell you this, something is coming, and wed be fools to ignore it.When have I ever claimed not to be a fool?

But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. “What do you care if Alec’s miserable?” “What do I care?” Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. “Of course I care about Alec; he’s my best friend, my parabatai. And he’s unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven’t done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead—“ “He’s not dead.

Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.

Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sakes.

Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero. We are all hoping for it, and trying for it, and soon we will all be bleeding for it.

Heroes save worlds, Clary said. They dont destroy them.

Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sake.

Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.

I screwed her over. I didnt want to see her screwed over by someone else.

Magnus did not take such suffering lightly, but even mortals did not die of broken hearts. No matter how cruel Grace had been, he told himself, James would heal. Even though he was a Herondale.

She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things werent in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He wont get over you, Clary, he cant.

I wouldnt change it, Simon said. I wouldnt give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didnt know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that theyre dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, Ill always feel like Im alive.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk down 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 over my own life for either of yours. I perhaps that when you told me you did not love me my feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that. It is unfair to tell you this, I know, when you can do nothing about it.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. Oh, for the Angels sake. Look, if theres no other way of getting out of this, Ill kiss Simon. Ive done it before, it wasnt that bad.Thanks, said Simon. Thats very flattering.Well, Im not kissing the mundane, said Jace. Id rather stay down here and rot.Forever? said Simon. Forevers an awfully long time.Jace raised his eyebrows. I knew it, he said. You want to kiss me, dont you?Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. Of course not. But if—I guess its true what they say, observed Jace. There are no straight men in the trenches.Thats atheists, jackass, said Simon furiously. There are no atheists in the trenches.

It is not easy to be different, and even less so to be unique. But I begin to think I was never meant for an easy road.