I love you. And I don't want to lose you.— Cassandra Clare
Unique Infernal Devices quotations
One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.
No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.
I can offer you my life, but it is a short life;
I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.
The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is.
That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.
One must always be careful of books.
Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies
Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid.
What on earth was he doing there?' 'Faffing about, most likely', said Will.
It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.
If I might make a suggestion,” said Will.
“About twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If you’d like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the left—
Well, I don't want you to die," Tessa said.
"I don't know why I feel it so strongly -- I've just met you -- but I don't want you to die." "And I trust you," he said. "I don't know why -- I've just met you -- but I do.
It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand—a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either." "Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said softly. His eyes softened. "You are human," he said. "Never think you are not. I have seen you with your brother; I know how you care for him. If you can feel hope, guilt, sorrow, love—then you are human.
I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.
Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa.