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.
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
Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..
If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?
What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.
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.
Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.
I'm from New Jersey. I was born in toxic sludge.
When you love someone, you don't have a choice.
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.
For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.
I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything? It's like banging my head on a wall, except at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop. - Jace Wayland.
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.
Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray
I've screwed everything up royally. I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.
With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.
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?
He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.
Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.
You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.
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.
He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick's, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working.
Jace wasn't exactly prone to random fits of panic
You have to give everyone ugly motives for everything they do, because ugly motives are all you understand.
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.
He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.
Mom. I have something to tell you. I'm undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I'm here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.
You know how the bonds of family are, my lady... They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.
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'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.
Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.
You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.
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.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am
Pain is only what you allow it to be
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