Cassandra Clare cytaty

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„Co robisz? – zapytał Alec, klękając przy migotliwej ścianie więzienia.
(…)
– A tak, przyszło mi do głowy, że poleżę sobie na podłodze i trochę powije się z bólu – odburknął. – To mnie relaksuje.
– Naprawdę? A… jesteś sarkastyczny.”

„Chłopiec już nigdy więcej nie płakał i nigdy nie zapomniał tego, czego się nauczył: że kochać to niszczyć i że być kochanym to znaczy zostać zniszczonym.”

„Mogłaby zamknąć oczy, udawać, że wszystko jest w porządku. Wiedziała jednak, że nie da się żyć z zamkniętymi oczami.”

„Gdybyś był w połowie tak zabawny, za jakiego się uważasz, mój chłopcze, byłbyś dwa razy bardziej zabawny niż jesteś.”

„(…) bardzo łatwo jest stracić wszystko, co uważało się za dane na zawsze.”

„Kochać to niszczyć, być kochanym to zostać zniszczonym”

„A potem zrobił krok w powietrze, tak spokojnie, jakby schodził z ganku. Clary krzyknęła głośno, kiedy runął w dół jak kamień… I wylądował lekko na stopach, tuż przed nią. Clary wytrzeszczyła oczy i rozdziawiła usta, kiedy wstał z lekkiego przysiadu i uśmiechnął się do niej szeroko.
– Gdybym powiedział, że właśnie do was wpadłem, pewnie uznałabyś to za oklepany żart.”

„„Trzeba zawsze uważać na książki”, powiedziała Tessa, „a to, co jest w nich, ponieważ słowa mają moc, by nas zmienić”.”

“Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.”

“I love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?”

“What's wrong, little sis? You look upset."
She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked… my… nail polish slapping your… worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them.
"Cute" He snorted.”

“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”

“I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.”

“What don't kill me…
Had better start running!”

“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 him.”

“Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire his kiss, she won’t be free.”

“And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-whatever you want to call yourself. I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways is just a waste of time.”

“There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.”

“Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common."
"Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.”

“You've always been what you are. That's not new. What you'll get used to is knowing it.”

“Isabelle tugged her tank top back down and glared at her brother. “You don’t knock now?”

“It’s my bedroom!” Alec spluttered.”

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

“Love is a contradiction.”

“Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later. Have you ever asked yourself why I agreed to be your parabatai?”

“If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement.”

“Jem: Come in.
Jace: Where's Brother Zachariah?
Jem: I'm right here. Jace Herondale. And once more a Herondale is the object of my deliverance. I should have anticipated.”

“He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.”

“The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."— Madame Dorothea”

“She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.”

“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 it.”

“Beautiful. He'd called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn't count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.”

“Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?"
Simon raised his eyebrow in response.
"Well, aside from mine of course," Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.”

“You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.”

“You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.”

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

“Isabelle with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.”

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