Quotes from Cassandra Clare

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places," said Jace. "Perhaps hearts are the same.

Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.

With a shrug and a blink, the policeman moved past Will, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath about swearing off the gin before he truly started seeing things. Will stepped aside to let the man pass, then raised his voice to a shout: "James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?

Laws are meaningless, child. There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher.

How long have you been drawing me?" He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. "My whole life.

I have lost everything. Lost everything. Everything. - William Herondale

But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan- tastic.

You never cared that I was your sister before." "Didn't I?" His black eyes flicked up and down her. "Our father's dead," he said. "There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.

That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?" "There is only one girl I care to make swoon," he said. "The question is, does she?" She smiled at him. "She does.

It's Simon, he's missing." Ahh." said Magnus delicately "Missing what exactly?" Missing!" Jace repeated "As in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared

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.

You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane)

A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

The first morning Simon had been at Amatis's house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him. "Blood," he'd said, in a heavily accented voice. "For you. Fresh!" Simon had thanked the werewolf, waited from him to leave, and let the cat go, his expression faintly green. "We'll you're going to have to get your blood from somewhere ," said Luke, looking amused. "I have a pet cat," Simon replied. "There's no way.

There is that. I might have better luck telling him I'm in love with him. Jace thinks everyone's in love with him anyway." "But I," said Clary, "actually am.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift." Gross," said Clary. "Must you?" Simon grinned. "I must.

Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man.

As we all have an infinite capacity to make mistakes, we all have an infinite capacity for forgiveness.

There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.

I think Zachariah just stole our cat. I swear I saw him putting Church into the backseat of a car.

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.

Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. "Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?" There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.