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 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.
Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.
I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.
They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes
Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.
I see that you are working this vampire angle with some success. And kudos. Lots of girls love that sensitive-undead thing. But I'd drop the whole musician angle if I were you. Vampire rock stars are played out, and besides, you can't possible be very good.
Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.
Some Laws were meant to be broken.
You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it.
It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.
The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs. - William Herondale
You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.
Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention - but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.
There were some memories, though, that never faded.
But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering
I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.
To love something is to destroy it forever.
But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.
I think he's handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.
Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.
That was the justice of Heaven. I trust that you are not dismayed.
You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-
He always lived in his head. He never cared about how things were, only how they would be, someday, when he had everything he wanted. When we had everything we wanted.
It wasn't enough, not nearly enough, but it was all there was.
The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.
You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance", Jem said.
You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.
There's no reason for any warlock to be interested in her unless he's in the market for nonfunctional crystal balls.
But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
If I cannot movie heaven then I will raise hell.
What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.
But that was Isabelle - if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him
I think I gave Alec a complex about what kind of fighter he was, just because he wanted to live.
More than anything, she wanted to crawl across the bloody sand toward the place where Jace's body lay, crawl to him and lay down beside him and put her arms around him, even though he was gone.
The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.
He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.
It's okay to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth loving.
There are more things in Heaven and earth than dreamt of in your philosophy.
You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.
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.
Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.
Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.
Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?
Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.
If I'd just listened-just taken one second to listen-it wouldn't have happened
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.
The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.
You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!
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