Cassandra Clare

“Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.”

“It's the mortal cup Jace, not the mortal toilet bowl.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”

“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

“He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her...”

“If there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people y...”

“Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it...”

“She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it d...”

“to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”

“There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”

“There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.”

“When you love someone, you don't have a choice. Love takes your choices away. - Clary Fray”

“Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.”

“Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted hi...”

“These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.”

“You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.”

“But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about i...”

“She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?”

“Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.”