Clary Fray Quotes Page 2

Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray

I think he’s handling it with grace.

A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

Jace slammed his hand down on the stele.

“Clary-“ “She said she doesn’t want it,” said Simon. “Ha-ha.” “Ha-ha?” Jace looked incredulous. “That’s your comeback?

Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting." -Clary and Jace pg. 114

Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone- And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch and grinned at her. "If I made a joke about just dropping in," he said, "would you write me off as a cliché?

Don't stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?" "Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are." "What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?" "Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies.

You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.

" She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "But I don't want anything else in the world.

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.

One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you.

Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at." "Meaning you?" "What else?

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.

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.

Love takes your choices away.

But they love each other," Clary said, appalled.

"Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?" Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough.

You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock. -Clary Fray to Jace Wayland

The only one who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.

unfortunately, we're all out of bitter evange at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing

If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

I’m really grateful to you for saving us, Maia, and Jace is too, even though he’s so stubborn that he’d rather jam a seraph blade through his eyeball than say so. And don’t you say you hope he does,” she added hastily, seeing the look on the other girl’s face, “because that’s really not helpful.

You live in my head all the time.

You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?” she asked.

“His sister?” "If he listens to anyone, it would be her.” “That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.” “Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious

Is there some particular reason that you're here?" .

.. "Not this again." "Not what again?" said Clary. "Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

Aren't you, uh..." Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing?

You can't just go around killing people. You're right. You can't go around killing people.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

Does that mean you agree?" He groaned.

"I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down." "Fantastic.

Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut.

Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-" "Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.

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.

There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words.

They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!

But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded Clary with mild interest, puffing gently on a fantastically large pipe as he did so. Though he looked nothing at all like a Viking, he was instantly and totally familiar. Magnus Bane

What's an eBay?" "A mythical place of great magical power.

" - Jace Wayland and Clary Fray (City of Bones)