The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess

by Cassandra Clare

“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. . . . Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart’s best brother: They parted—ne’er to meet again!

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.”

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. —Matthew Arnold, “Longing”

For to be wise and love Exceeds man’s might. —Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida

The measure of love is to love without measure. —attributed to Saint Augustine