Cassandra Clare

“But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like this, that I would wake up one day and realize that I was going somewhere you couldn't follow. That we are essentially not the same. There's no "till death do us apart" for those who never die.”

“He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.”

“Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" "I've never swum naked in the Thames before, but I know I wouldn't like it." "But think how entertaining for sightseers," said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to hide the quick flash of his grin.”

“We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”

“We were just talking about you," Jessamine said as Tessa found a seat. She pushed a sliver toast rack across the table towards Tessa. "Toast?" Tessa, picking up her fork, looked around the table anxiously. "What about me?" "What to do with you, of course Downworlders can't live in the Institute forever," said Will. "I say we sell her to the Gypsies on Hampstead Heath," He added, turning to Charlotte. "I hear they purchase spare women as well as horses." "Will, stop it." Charlotte glanced up from her breakfast. "That's ridiculous." Will leaned back in his chair. "You're right. They'd never buy her. Too scrawny.”

“Hotter than me? --Jace”

“Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too.""Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.""In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.”

“Mizpah," he said.She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?""A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another.”

“What they had between them was still as fragile as flickering candle flame, as delicate as eggshell - and he knew that if it shattered, if he somehow let it break and be destroyed, something inside him would shatter too, something that could never be fixed.”

“He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to sit and listen to her talk about books until his ears fell off. But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.”

“Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?”

“Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.”

“It occurs to me,.. that the dilemmas of power are always the same." ... "Where there is feeling that is not requited,.. there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side." "Simon doesn't hate me." "He might grow to, over time, if he felt you were using him.”

“Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty." "Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell-”

“Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.”

“He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.”

“Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.”

“I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?”

“If love is great, then it is worth fighting for.”

“Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.”

“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.”

“Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention — but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy.”

“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.”

“When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.”

“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.”

“Perhaps we could say she’s a mad maiden aunt who insists on chaperoning us everywhere.” “My aunt or yours?” Jem inquired. “Yes, she doesn’t really look like either of us, does she? Perhaps she’s a girl who’s fallen madly in love with me and persists in following me wherever I go.” “My talent is shape-shifting, Will, not acting,” said Tessa”

“I am not the one of us who has no heart.”

“Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.”

“Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.”

“It is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been possible... that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself- flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misure as you know him to be- he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you misery, bring you to sorrow and repetance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him”

“She's alive," Thomas said, not opening his eyes."What?" Will was caught off guard."The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.”

“I swear on the Angel." He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek. "The hell with that. I swear on us.”

“I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me."Her voice shook. "I always need you”

“He auditioned with Lily, and he and Lily had incredible chemistry that sort of blazed off the scene. I’m just sitting here watching this on my computer, and you know, he was not the only person they’ve ever sent me to look at. I’ve gotten lots of headshots and this and that, and I’m watching the audition and I literally started crying because that was my Jace and Clary on the screen. And it’s an incredible feeling to see that even as an audition. This is amazing. He was snarky funny where he needed to be snarky funny, and he was badass where he needed to be badass. And he and Lily were incredible together”

“Alec raised his blue eyes."Whos Will?"Magnus exhled a sort laugh."Will.Dear God.That was a long time ago.Will was a Shadowhunter,like you.And yes,he did look like you,but your nothing like him.Jace is much more the way Will was,in personality at least-and my relationship with you is nothing like the one I had with Will.Is that whats bothering you?""I dont like thinking your only with me because I look like so dead guy you liked.”

“Lovely,wonderful Isabelle.Could you please go away?Now is a really bad time."Isabelle looked from Magnus to her brother,and back again."Then,you dont want me to tell you that Camille's just escaped from the Sanctuary and my mother is demanding that you come back to the Institute right now to help them find her?""No,"Magnus said."I dont want you to tell me that""Well,to bad"Isabelle said"Because it's true .I mean,I guess you dont have to go,but-”

“Mamá y papá no estarán nada contentos si lo descubren.-¿Que liberaste a un posible criminal intercambiándolo por tu hermano a un brujo que parece una especie de Sonic el Erizo en versión gay y se viste como el Roba Niños de Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? -preguntó Simon-. No, probablemente no. [pp.158]”

“Todo cambia en mi vida y el mundo sigue igual”

“Simon sacó las manos de sus bolsillos. Un intenso rubor le cubría sus mejillas. Jace habría intentado hacerse el interesante; Simon ni siquiera lo probó. [pp. 93]”

“La novia de alguien -dijo-. La hermana de alguien, la hija de alguien. Todas esas cosas que nunca antes supe que era, y todavía sigo sin saber realmente qué soy.-No es ésa siempre la cuestión? -repusó Luke. [pp. 92]”

“¿Te has enamorado ya de la persona equivocada?Por desgracias, Señora del Refugio, mi único amor verdadero sigo siendo yo mismo.Dorothea rió estrepitosamente ante aquello.Al menos -dijo-, no tienes que preocuparte por el rechazo, Jace Wayland.No necesariamente. Me rechazo a mí mismo de vez en cuando solo para mantener el interés.”

“Sabes -indicó Clary-, la mayoría de psicólogos están de acuerdo en que la hostilidad es en realidad simple atracción sexual subliminada.-Vaya -exclamó Jace con despreocupación-, eso podría explicar por qué me tropiezo tan a menudo con gente a la que parece que le desagrado.”

“Clary aspiró profundamente y alzó los ojos hacia él, ojos que estaban llenos de incertidumbre. Un impulso desconocido se alzó dentro de él: el impulso de rodearla con los brazos y decirle que todo iba a estar bien. No lo hizo. Por lo que él sabía, las cosas raras veces iban bien. [pp. 343]”

“En el futuro, Clarissa -dijo-, podría ser prudente mencionar que ya tienes a un hombre en tu cama, para evitar situaciones fastidiosas como ésta.-¿Le has invitado a tu cama? -inquirió Simon, anonado.-Ridículo, ¿verdad? -repuso Jace- nohabríamos cabido todos. [pp. 336]”

“Bueno, cuando yo tenía cinco años, quise que mi madre me dejara dar vueltas dentro de la secadora junto con la ropa -contestó Clary-. La diferencia es que no me dejó.-Probablemente porque dar vueltas dentro de una secadora puede resultar fatal -indicó Jace-, mientras que la pasta raramente es fatal. A menos que Isabelle la prepare. [pp. 332]”

“Él alzó los ojos hacia ella y sonrió. Parecía un ángel rubio de un cuadro de Rembrandt, excepto por aquella boca perversa. [pp. 328]”

“¿Un picnic? Es un poco tarde para ir a Central Park, ¿no cree? Está lleno de...Él agitó una mano.-Hadas. Ya lo sé.-Iba a decir atracadores -replicó Clary-. Aunque compadezco al atracador que vaya a por ti. [pp. 325]”

“¡Claro que no! -Rodó sobre el costado-. Ya sabes, inicialmente pensé que Isabelle parecía, no sé...increíble. Excitante. Diferente. Entonces, en la fiesta, comprendí que en realidad estaba loca”

“I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.”

“There walked warlocks in all their bat-winged, cat-eyed glory, and here, as they swung out over the river, she saw the darting flash of multicolored tails under the silvery skin of the water, the shimmer of long, pearl-strewn hair, and heard the high, rippling laughter of the mermaids.”