Cassandra Clare Quotes (314 Quotes)

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.

How strange to have the power to literally transform yourself into other people, and yet be so unable to put yourself in their place.

Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.

Were you thinking about eating me?

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

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?

He felt his heart, which no longer beat, contract, and he wondered if there was anything in the world as painful as not being able to protect the people you loved.

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.

You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace

Is that why you didn't call me? Because I'm an idiot?

She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.

There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.

Demon pox. There's always demon pox.

I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will.

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

I kick kittens. I made rude gestures at nuns.

Stripping the protection wards off the ship was bad enough-it's a strong, strong enchantment, demon-based-but when you fell, I had to put a fast spell on the truck so it wouldn't sink when I lost consciousness. And I will lose consciousness, Alec.

Alec looked horrified, as if she'd asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.

He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

But it was Valentine. I saw him. In fact, he had the Sword with him when he came down to the cells and taunted me through the bars. It was like a bad movie, except he didn't actually twirl his mustache. - Jace Wayland

I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.I guess that means I've grown up now...

Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

He's got a great sense of humor for a guy who never says anything.

Just coffee. Black-like my soul.

But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship-and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that-so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours.

I saw Jonathan after he faced the fear demon, you know. It showed itself to him as you. That told me all I needed to know. The greatest fear in Jonathan's life is the love he feels for his sister.

They confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually, he offered to wake you up himself, but since its five a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at.

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.

Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn't desire his kiss, she won't be free.

I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead. -Jace Wayland

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.

Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.

Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.

What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.

Chairmen Meow deserves me every effort.