Cassandra Clare

“Will loved to gallop.”

“Well you can go ahead and hand your head out the window if you feel like it""I'm a werewolf not a golden retriever”

“I'd always hoped that when i said 'I Love You' to a girl, she'd say 'I Know' like Leia did to Han in Return Of The Jedi”

“Honestly I don't know why i have these parties""Because of your cat""That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort”

“He looked at her curiously. He did something that surprised her then, and took her hand, turning it over. She looked down at it, at her bitten fingernails, the still-healing scratches along the backs of her fingers.He kissed the back of it, just a light touch of his mouth, and his hair-as soft and light as silk-brushed her wrist as he lowered his head. She felt a shock go through her, strong enough to startle her, and she stood speechless as he straightened, his mouth curving into a smile."Mizpah," he said.She blinked at him, a little dazed. "What?""A sort or goodbye without saying goodbye," he said.”

“Hay tantas cosas que son peores que la muerte – dijo. – No ser amado o no ser capaz de amar: eso es peor. Y no hay deshonor en morir peleando como debe hacerlo un Cazador de Sombras. Una muerte honorable. Yo siempre he querido eso.”

“¿Puedes escucharlos? –reclamó. –¡Oh, eso no es justo para nada! –Todo es muy romántico, –dijo Gabriel y frunció el ceño. – O lo sería si mi hermano pudiera soltar una palabra sin sonar como una rana atragantándose. Me temo que no pasará a la historia como uno de los máximos conquistadores de las mujeres en el mundo.”

“Will's Father's gaze went immediately to Gabriel, and then to Cecily, his eyes narrowing."And who is this gentlemen?" Will's grin widened. "Oh him," he said. "This is Cecliy's friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm." Gabriel, half in the act of stretching his hand to greet Mr. Herondale, froze in horror. "Lightwood," he sputtered. "Gabriel Lightwood.”

“¿No está enojado? –Estoy contento, –dijo. –Ellos van a ser capaces de cuidar uno del otro cuando yo me haya ido, o por lo menos puedo esperar eso. Él dice que ella no lo ama, pero seguramente ella llegara a amarlo con el tiempo. Will es fácil de amar y él le ha dado todo su corazón. Lo puedo ver. Espero que no se lo rompa.”

“We are ever capable of change and ever capable of being our better selves”

“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”

“Listen to me. I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When you fight now, I will be still by you. When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand. We are bound, beyond the oath. The Marks did not change that. The oath did not change that. It merely gave words to something that existed already.”

“How can you not understand?" He pointed at her books. "You read novels. Obviously, I'm here to rescue you. Don't I look like Sir Galahad?" He raised his arms dramatically. "My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure---”

“–No creo que puedas luchar porque estás usando un vestido de novia, –dijo Jem. –Por si sirve de algo, yo no creo que Will pueda luchar con ese vestido tampoco. –Quizás no, –dijo Will, que tenía las orejas como las de un murciélago. –Pero yo sería una novia radiante”

“Me siento responsable por ese muchacho. Si él nunca encuentra la felicidad, sentiré que le he fallado. Si no puede tener a la chica que ama, sentiré que le he fallado. Si no puedo conservar a su parabatai para él, sentiré que le he fallado.”

“¿Piensas que hay una oportunidad para él? –¿Una oportunidad para quién? –Will Herondale. De que sea feliz.”

“— Jem es la mejor parte de mí. No espero que lo entiendas. Le debo esto. –Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? –preguntó Cecily. Will exhaló, demasiado irritado consigo mismo para comprobarlo. –Eres mi debilidad. –Y Tessa es tu corazón – dijo ella, no con enojo sino pensativamente. –No soy una tonta, como te dije – agregó por su expresión de sorpresa. –Sé que la amas.”

“¿No te importa siquiera a dónde voy? –dijo él. –¿Qué si estoy yendo al Infierno? –Siempre quise ver el Infierno, –dijo Cecily con calma. –¿No lo quiere todo el mundo? –La mayoría de nosotros pasamos el tiempo luchando para mantenernos al margen de él”

“Mi consciencia, –susurró Will. –Tú eres mi consciencia. Siempre lo has sido, James Carstairs. Haré esto por ti, pero primero voy a conseguir una promesa. –¿Qué clase de promesa? –Me pediste hace años que cese de buscar una cura para ti, –dijo Will. –Quiero que me liberes de esa promesa. Déjame mirar, al menos. Libérame para buscar. Jem miró con cierto asombro.–Justo cuando creo que te conozco perfectamente, me sorprendes de nuevo.”

“Entonces estás muriendo por amor, –dijo Will finalmente, su voz sonaba estrangulada a sus propios oídos. –Muriendo un poco más rápido por amor. Y hay cosas peores por las que morir.”

“Hay más en la vida que no morir, –dijo. –Mira la forma en que vives, Will. Brillas tanto como una estrella. Había estado tomando solo la droga necesaria para mantenerme con vida pero no suficiente como para mantenerme bien. Un poco más de ella antes de las batallas, tal vez, me da energía, sin embargo, una media vida, el gris crepúsculo de una vida. –¿Pero has cambiado tu dosis ahora? ¿Ha sido desde el compro- miso? –Demandó Will. –¿O es por Tessa? –No puedes culparla por esto. Fue mi decisión. Ella no sabe sobre esto. –Ella quiere que vivas, James.”

“Cuando estás leyendo un libro, y sabes que habrá una tragedia; puedes sentir el frió y la oscuridad llegando, ver la red tejiéndose cerca de los personajes que viven y respiran en las páginas. Pero estas tan atado a la historia como si fueras tirado detrás de un carruaje, y no puedes dejarlo pasar o cambiar el rumbo haciéndose a un lado.”

“Algunas veces uno tiene que elegir entre ser amable y honorable, –dijo. –A veces no se puede ser las dos.”

“This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet...”

“I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way. We are the same.”

“What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.”

“Not all that is mortal is useless.”

“Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?”

“I believe everything you say," Tessa said with a smile, her hands creeping down from his waist to his weapons belt. Her fingers closed on the hilt of a dagger, and she yanked it from the belt, smiling as he looked down at her in surprise. She kissed his cheek and stepped back. "After all," she said, "you weren't lying about that tattoo of the dragon of Wales, were you?”

“Dw i'n dy garu di am byth," he said. "I love you. Always.”

“Who's Magnus?" Max inquired"He's a warlock," said Alec"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max."But warlocks are bad," protested Max"Exactly".”

“She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.”

“The Will I fell in love with, she almost said."And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.”

“She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.”

“With tears running down her face, Cecily had reminded him of the moment at her wedding to Gabriel when he had delivered a beautiful speech praising the groom, at the end of which he had announced, “Dear God, I thought she was marrying Gideon. I take it all back.”

“You are a Lightwood," Cecily said. "You stayed because you were loyal to your family name. It is not cowardice.""Wasn't it? Is loyalty still a commendable quality when it is misdirected?"Cecily opened her mouth, then closed it again. Gabriel was looking for her, his eyes shining in the moonlight. He seemed genuinely desperate to hear her answer. She wondered if he had anyone else to talk to. She could see how it might be terrifying to take one's moral qualms to Gideon; he seemed so staunch, as if he never questioned himself in his life and would not understand those who did."I think," she said, choosing her words with care, "that any good impulse can be twisted into something evil. Look at the Magister. He does what he does because he hates the Shadowhunters, out of loyalty to his parents, who cared for him, and who were killed. It is not beyond the realm of understanding. And yet nothing excuses the result. I think when we make choices-for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before-we must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.”

“Ave atque vale... Hail and farewell. He had never given much thought to the words before, he had never thought about why they were not just a farewell but also a greeting. Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as it was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in every parting there was some joy of the meeting as well.He would not forget the joy.”

“There was human goodness in the world, she thought-all caught up with desires and dreams, regrets and bitterness, resentments and power, but it was there.”

“I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things and make up songs and be--' The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. "And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella."***"You would make a very ugly woman.""I would not. I would be stunning."Tessa laughed. “There,” she said. “There is Will. Isn’t that better? Don’t you think so?” “I don’t know,” Will said, eyeing her. “I’m afraid to answer that. I’ve heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.”

“I don't know why I ever helped you.""You like broken things.”

“I am sorry," Will said."No," Jem said... "Don't be ordinary like that. Don't say you're sorry.”

“Clary, ¿Azazel es el gato de Los Pitufos? -No Simon, ese es Azrael. Y no vuelvas a usar el anillo para hacerme preguntas de Los Pitufos.”

“A massive fir, it rose to nearly touch the ceiling at the far end of the ballroom. When Will asked Charlotte how on earth it had gotten in there, she had only waved her hands and said something about Magnus.”

“He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.”

“I will still be in some part the Jem you knew, and I will see you with the eyes of my heart.”

“Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold glass.”

“He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.”

“I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.”

“It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.”

“And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.”