The sensation of falling was the worst part.
The sensation of falling was the worst part.
There is no one religion, no one truth and no myth lacks meaning
There walked warlocks in all their bat-winged, cat-eyed glory, and here, as they swung out over the river, she saw the darting flash of multicolored tails under the silvery skin of the water, the shimmer of long, pearl-strewn hair, and heard the high, rippling laughter of the mermaids.
There was something about Jace, though, that made her want to push him, crack that shell of cynicism and make him admit her believed something, felt something, cared about anythinng at all.
There were some memories, though, that never faded.
There's no reason for any warlock to be interested in her unless he's in the market for nonfunctional crystal balls.
To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.
She unwrapped the blanket when she came in my door. You were inside it. She set you down on the floor and you started ranging around, picking things up, pulling my cat's tail-you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if you were part banshee. She didn't laugh.
To love is to destroy and that to be love is the one destroyed
Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.
To love is to destroy and to be loved is to the one destoyed
Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignment with the forces of darkness by my mom?
To love it to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
That to love is to destroy and that to be the one loved is to be the one destroyed.
Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.
The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.
Who ever said the world was fair?
The Law may be hard but it's the law.
Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.
The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."- Madame Dorothea
You bled on the Speaking stars ...I bet there's a law somewhere about that.
The only one who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.
Your friend's poetry is terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up random words.
The only time people turned to watch her go by was when she hurtled past them as she fell.
Chairmen Meow deserves me every effort.
Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.
My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle's head.
Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.
No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.
I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabbing Judas.
Normal people dont generally find their homes ransacked by demons.
Clary, you're an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don't. It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy - just different. There's nothing wrong with being different.
If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.
Not everything that's true needs to be said.
Demon slayers take the subway?
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.
Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?
Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
If this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.
If you were half as funny as you think you are, you would be twice as funny as you are.
Seeing through glamour is easy. It's people that are hard.
Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.
If you were half as funny as you think you are, you'd be twice as funny as you are now.
He caught her as if he were used to catching fainting girls, as if he did it everyday.
If you were half as funny as you thought you were you'd be twice as funny as you are.
He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption
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