Jace Quotes

We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-" "Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured. "Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?

He glanced furtively up and down the hallway. "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me," said Jace. "No," said Clary. "I want to eat. I'm starving.

Jace laughed, that soft rich sound Clary loved so much. "I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.

I think you'll find that one would be self-defeating." Jace said lightly shoving his feet into his boots. "We are bound, he and I. Cut him and I bleed.

For our purposes you can consider it a small country between Germany and France." "But there isn't anything between Germany and France. Except Switzerland." "Precisely," said Jace.

Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad

Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?" Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.

You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. "You're crazier than I thought

It's nearly full dark. We should go." "We? I thought you were going to leave me alone." "I lied," Jace said without a shred of embarrassment.

Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

I think," Jace said, "that you don't want to tell your secrets, so you decided to break up with Alec because...

Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle.

My favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.

Before Simon could answer, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He looked daggers at Jace. "That's my roommate. Kyle. Be nice." Jace smiled charmingly. "I'm always nice.

Isabelle: Do you want some soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do you think Hodge will want some soup? Jace: No one wants soup Simon: I want some soup! Jace: No, you don't. You just want to sleep with Isabelle

Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace.

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

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.

Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

I never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad." -Jace

Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.

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

Raphael snapped, "This isn't funny." "That's why no one's laughing." Jace stood, hauling Raphael upright, jamming the tip of his knife between Raphael's shoulder blades.

My blood in his veins." ~Jace

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

You don't believe me?" Jace asked. "Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now." Alec stared at him in horror. "Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don't like me that way.

You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.

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.

Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn’t talking about him, even when he knows they are.

It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace." "It doesn't feel very all right." "That's because it's not the end.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.

Mundane education is regrettably prosaic, " - Jace Lightwood-Herondale

Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.

To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

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.

Love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

Not enough, " he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.

Jesus!" Luke exclaimed."Actually, it's just me, " said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.

That does it, " said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.""Why?" Isabelle said."So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.

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.

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.

We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now.""I was going to watch Project Runway.

I guess it’s true what they say, " observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches.""That’s atheists, jackass, " said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.

I can only assume, " said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.