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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously.
    "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year."
    "Why?" Isabelle said.
    "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."
    "Meaning you?"
    "What else?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    Dan    Brown
    “Everything is possible. The impossible just takes longer.”
    Dan Brown, Digital Fortress

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you?
    “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    Tess, Tess, Tessa.

    Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

    Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

    I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

    And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

    You are not the last dream of my soul.

    You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

    With hope at least,
    Will Herondale

    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “He’s very pretty. For a human.”
    “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “Say something in Mandarin,” said Tessa, with a smile.
    Jem said something that sounded like a lot of breathy vowels and
    consonants run together, his voice rising and falling melodically: “Ni
    hen piao liang.”
    “What did you say?” Tessa was curious.
    “I said your hair is coming undone — here,” he said, and reached out
    and tucked an escaping curl back behind her ear. Tessa felt the blood
    spill hot up into her face, and was glad for the dimness of the
    carriage. “You have to be careful with it,” he said, taking his hand
    back, slowly, his fingers lingering against her cheek.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce...”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Demon pox, oh demon pox
    Just how is it acquired?
    One must go down to the bad part of town
    Until one is very tired.
    Demon pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along—
    Not the pox, you foolish blocks,
    I mean this very song—
    For I was right, and you were wrong!"

    "Will!" Charlotte shouted over the noise, "Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem—"
    Jem, rising to his feet, clapped his hands over Will's mouth. "Do you promise to be quiet?" he hissed into his friend's ear.
    Will nodded, blue eyes blazing. Tessa was staring at him in amazement; they all were. She had seen Will many things—amused, bitter, condescending, angry, pitying—but never giddy before.
    Jem let him go. "All right, then."
    Will slid to the floor, his back against the armchair, and threw up his arms. "A demon pox on all your houses!" he announced, and yawned.
    "Oh, God, weeks of pox jokes," said Jem. "We're in for it now.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “He dropped his voice, so low that Tessa wasn’t sure if what he said next was real or part of the dream darkness rising to claim her, though she
    fought against it.
    “I’ve never minded it,” he went on. “Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart. But I fear I may
    be lost without knowing yours.” He closed his eyes as if he were bone-weary, and she saw how thin his eyelids were, like parchment paper, and
    how tired he looked. “Wo ai ni, Tessa,” he whispered. “Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.”
    She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant.
    I love you.
    And I don’t want to lose you.”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “And therefor," said Magnus "We must go."
    Will blinked at him. "Go where?"
    "Don't worry about that right now, my love."
    Will blinked again. "Pardon?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Demon pox," said Sophie. "Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him."
    The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry called after her; Will leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “We should go back inside," she said, in a half whisper. She did not want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here, with Will achingly close, almost leaning into her. She could feel the heat that radiated from his body. His dark hair fell around the mask, into his eyes, tangling with his long eyelashes. "We have only a little time-"
    She took a step forward-and stumbled into Will, who caught her. She froze-and then her arms crept around him, her fingers lacing themselves behind his neck. Her face was pressed against his throat, his soft hair under her fingers. She closed her eyes, shutting out the dizzying world, the light beyond the French windows, the glow of the sky. She wanted to be here with Will, cocooned in this moment, inhaling the clean sharp scent of him., feeling the beat of his heart against hers, as steady and strong as the pulse of the ocean.

    She felt him inhale. "Tess," he said. "Tess, look at me."

    She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling, braced for anger or coldness-but his gaze was fixed on hers, his dark blue eyes somber beneath their thick black lashes, and they were stripped of all their usual cool, aloof distance. They were as clear as glass and full of desire. And more than desire-a tenderness she had never seen in them before, had never even associated with Will Herondale. That, more than anything else, stopped her protest as he raised his hands and methodically began to take the pins from her hair, one by one.

    This is madness, she thought, as the first pin rattled to the ground. They should be running, fleeing this place. Instead she stood, wordless, as Will cast Jessamine's pearl clasps aside as if they were so much paste jewelry. Her own long, curling dark hair fell down around her shoulders, and Will slid his hands into it. She heard him exhale as he did so, as if he had been holding his breath for months and had only just let it out. She stood as if mesmerized as he gathered her hair in his hands, draping it over one of her shoulders, winding her curls between his fingers. "My Tessa," he said, and this time she did not tell him that she was not his.

    "Will," she whispered as he reached up and unlocked her hands from around his neck. He drew her gloves off, and they joined her mask and Jessie's pins on the stone floor of the balcony. He pulled off his own mask next and cast it aside, running his hands through his damp black hair, pushing it back from his forehead. The lower edge of the mask had left marks across his high cheekbones, like light scars, but when she reached to touch them, he gently caught at her hands and pressed them down.

    "No," he said. "Let me touch you first. I have wanted...”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “And very amusing it is to watch,” said Jem. “Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?”
    “I do not,” she said, with a whispered laugh.- In my dreams (Chapter 17) deleted scene- Clockwork Prince”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #21
    “La traición nunca prospera, cual será la razón?
    Que si prospera, nadie osa llamarla traición.”
    John Harrington

  • #22
    Veronica Roth
    “When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
    Even I didn't jump first.
    Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
    Beautiful.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #23
    Veronica Roth
    “I'll say it one last time: Be brave.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #24
    Veronica Roth
    “But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #25
    Veronica Roth
    “I love you" I say.
    "I love you, too" he says. "I'll see you soon.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #26
    Veronica Roth
    “Yeah, sometimes life really sucks," she says. "But you know what I'm holding on for?"

    I raise my eyebrows.

    She raises hers, too, mimicking me.

    "The moments that don't suck," she says. "The trick is to notice them when they come around.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant
    tags: life

  • #27
    Veronica Roth
    “But that wasn´t the first time I ever saw her. I saw her in the hallways at school, and at my mother’s false funeral, and walking the sidewalks in the Abnegation sector. I saw her, but I didn’t see her; no one saw her the way she truly was until she jumped.
    I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #28
    Veronica Roth
    “If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #29
    Veronica Roth
    “I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #32
    Veronica Roth
    “We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.”
    Veronica Roth, Divergent



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