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”.”

“Life is short, and wisdom long to learn.”

“Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.”

“You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock."
"Very amusing, my sarcastic friend. It's not a rock, precisely. All Shadowhunters have a witchlight rune-stone.”

“I was born amazing.”

“You may choose your friends, but not your unlikely saviors,” Magnus said cheerfully.”

“Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.”

“Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.”
“Well, you landed on me.”

“Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. - Jace”

“Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate."

"I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!”

“They're still looking at him…. At Will…"
"Of course they are…. Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell.”

“Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?”

“There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.”

“That thing that looks like me but isn't? He'll burn down the world if Sebastian wants him to, and laugh while he's doing it. That's what you're saving, Clary.. Don't you understand? I'd rather be dead”

“You can't forget the things you did in the past, or you'll never learn from them.”

“Defining relationships over here? I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers.”

“Tessa, surprising herself, let out a gasp of laughter. Will looked at her, his mouth just beginning to quirk up in a grin. "I must be more amusing than I thought. Which would make me very amusing indeed.”

“Nobody calls me 'blondie' and keeps their kneecaps.”

“He is bound to you,” said the Queen. “But does he love you?”

“You're all he ever wants.”

“He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded.
“It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.”

“Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)”

“"There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of."
Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo."”

“Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

“Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'
Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'
Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.”

“I have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said.
"And what is that?"
"They are not true.”

“He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.”

“What are you doing here anyway?"
"'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?"
-Clary & Jace, pg.306-”

“Anger, Tessa thought, was satisfying in its own way, when you gave in to it. There was something gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.”

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