I never cared,” he said. “I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.— Cassandra Clare
Sensitive City Of Lost Souls quotations
One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.
(Jace) "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought.
As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.
There are some people—people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're all drawn toward what's beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be; its only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver.
Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray
He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn.
“His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.” “He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.
I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' - Magnus Bane
Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.
I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.
Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.
I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon.
"That means nothing can kill me, right?" "You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't." "There goes my Saturday.
No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.
She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.
I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-" "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.
Tell me,” Isabelle said.“Who it was. That my father had the affair with.
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.
I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual," added Magnus.
"Please never say those words in front of my parents," said Alec.
I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.
One must always be careful of books.
"A date," Jace repeated. "Often a 'boring thing you have to memorize in history class," but in this case,' 'an offer of a n evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.'"
There are ways in which we’re so alike.
We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw
I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.
Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea." "Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle.
I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.
I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own.
But when I'm with you, I'm not.
It’s me,” said Jace. “Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.
Is your inner vampire different from your.
..outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora." "So your inner vampire is Magnus?
Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.
“ Turned you gay?” She sounded incredulous.
“ Alec, you didn’ t tell me gay?” She sounded incredulous. “ Alec, you didn’ t tell me that.” “ I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,” said Simon.
She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.
Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now.
"His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?
I’d do almost anything for you,” Simon said quietly.
“I’d die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, you’d pick them? Is that—I don’t know, is that a moral sort of love at all?