Cassandra Clare, City Of Bones Quotes
Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.
A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?
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.
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.
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored
Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.
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.
Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn't interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.
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.
Shouldn't we stand back to back or something?" "What? Why?" "I don't know. In movies that's what they do in this kind of… situation.
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.
to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Isabelle was exactly Simon's type—tall, glamorous, and beautiful. Come to think of it, maybe that was everyone's type.
You really want to know what else it was my mom said about you?" he asked.She shook her head.He didn't seem to notice. "She said you'd break my heart, " he told her, and left.
to love is to destroy and that to be loved is the one to be destroyed
Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.""Good idea, " said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.
Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.
Sed lex dura lex, " said Jace automatically. "The Law is hard, but it is the Law.
If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, " said Magnus, still looking at Alec, "you will never learn from your mistakes.
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.
What are you thinking?""Just how different everything down there is now, you know, now that I can see.""Everything down there is exactly the same, " he said. "You're the one that's different.
Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?""Because she loves you, " said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.
Honestly I don't know why i have these parties""Because of your cat""That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort
Where's Simon?" Clary interrupted.Isabelle wobbled. "He's a rat, " she said darkly.Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anyt
My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.'-Jace'Just break the door down, will you?'-Clary
I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own.
aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.
Wait a second, " Clary said."I never understand why people say that, " Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.
Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?""I care" Simon said gloomily. "Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like windex.
How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.
I'm not unhappy, " he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.
It's not gray, " Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green.""If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood, " said Jace.
