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  • #1
    Kiera Cass
    “You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers. Most importantly, you can be queen and still be a bride.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #2
    Kiera Cass
    “I’m smart and beautiful and strong. I don’t need to be rescued.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #3
    Kiera Cass
    “I couldn’t help but
    notice it was always this way. At state events or important dinners, Mom was beside Dad or situated
    right behind him. But when they were just husband and wife—not king and queen—he followed her
    everywhere.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #4
    Kiera Cass
    “When you know who matters most to you, giving things up, even yourself, doesn’t really feel like a sacrifice.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #5
    Kiera Cass
    “It wasn’t all that long ago that he’d stood where I did, that my mom’s face was one of many in his
    world. And yet, despite all the impediments and all the time that had passed, they were still deeply in
    love.
    It was obvious in everything, from their shared room to the way they fretted over each other to the
    way they seemed to be incapable of not flirting with each other even after being married so long.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #6
    Kiera Cass
    “You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers.”
    Kiera Cass, The Heir

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will."

    "There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Because I didn't.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “What are all these?" Clary asked.
    "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades," Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-"
    "Jesus," said Clary
    "I doubt he'd fit."
    "Jace." Clary was appalled.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary,

    Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
    I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see myself the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that.
    I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.
    All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me.
    The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go.
    I don't blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

    _Jace”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must."

    "I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically."

    "None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow.

    "How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun."

    Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"
    Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead."
    "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at - and stared.
    Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people - Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike - were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes widen, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth.
    Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #21
    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

  • #22
    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

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “That was enterprising," Will sounded nearly impressed.
    Nate smiled. Tess shot him a furious look. "Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising' he means 'morally deficient.'"
    "No, I mean enterprising," said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done'.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you’ll have to let me know. I’d like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I’m not sure which.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “You never called me back," he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back."
    Magnus looked at Alec as if he'd lost his mind. "Your city is under attack," he said. "The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?"
    Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. "I want to know why you haven't called me back."
    Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. "You're an idiot."
    "Is that why you haven't called me? Because I'm an idiot?"
    "No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."
    "You love me?"
    "You stupid Nephilim," Magnus said patiently. "Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tessa craned her head back to look at Will. “You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.” His blue eyes were dark with understanding — of course Will would understand — and she hurried on. “I feel now as if the same is happening, only not to characters on a page but to my own beloved friends and companions. I do not want to sit by while tragedy comes for us. I would turn it aside, only I struggle to discover how that might be done.”
    “You fear for Jem,” Will said.
    “Yes,” she said. “And I fear for you, too.”
    “No,” Will said, hoarsely. “Don’t waste that on me, Tess.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.
    Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”
    “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince



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