Zhang > Zhang's Quotes

Showing 1-30 of 120
« previous 1 3 4
sort by

  • #1
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #2
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #3
    André Gide
    “It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
    Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

  • #4
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #5
    Marilyn Monroe
    “A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #6
    C.J. Daugherty
    “What should I say? ‘Well, the murder was a little upsetting, and the fire did worry me a bit. I was nearly date-raped and my ex best friend is crazy. But, hey, at least I’m making an A in History’?”
    C.J. Daugherty, Night School
    tags: humor

  • #7
    C.J. Daugherty
    “I hate it when therapy jumps out and surprises you like that.”
    C.J. Daugherty, Night School

  • #8
    C.J. Daugherty
    “Fine. You stay here. I shall return when I’ve found food. But when you all faint from hunger later don’t think you can just feed on me.”
    C.J. Daugherty, Night School

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “I get the feeling," Alec said, and smiled, "she hasn't forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it."
    "Good girl," said Jace with appreciation.
    "I didn't betray you, idiot."
    "It's the thought that counts.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “We're not dating," Alec said again.
    "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #11
    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

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's not funny, Jace," Alec interrupted, starting to his feet. "Are you just going to let her stand there and call me names?"

    "Yes," Jace said kindly. "It'll do you good-- try to think of it as endurance training.”
    cassandra Clare

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “Look. I don’t want to push you into anything, but do you maybe want to —” “Call Magnus? Look, that’s a dead end, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but —”
    “—kiss me?” Jace finished.
    Alec looked as if he were about to fall off his chair. “WHAT? What? What?”
    “Once what would do.” Jace did his best to look as if this were the sort of
    suggestion one made all the time. “I think it might help.”
    Alec looked at him with something like horror. “You don’t mean that.”
    “Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
    “Because you’re the straightest person I know. Possibly the straightest
    person in the universe.”
    “Exactly,” Jace said, and leaned forward, and kissed Alec on the mouth.
    The kiss lasted approximately four seconds before Alec pulled forcefully
    away, throwing his hands up as if to ward Jace off from coming at him again.
    He looked as if he were about to throw up. “By the Angel,” he said. “Don’t
    ever do that again.”
    “Oh yeah?” Jace grinned, and almost meant it. “That bad?”
    “Like kissing my brother,” said Alec, with a look of horror in his eyes.
    “I thought you might feel that way.” Jace crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Also, I’m hoping we can just gloss over all the irony in what you just said.”
    “We can gloss over whatever you want to,” Alec said fervently. “Just don’t kiss me again.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.'
    'You noticed' said Simon.

    'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.

    'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.'

    'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was — as he often was — scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn’t an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec’s answer than he would have been otherwise.

    'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father — no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'

    Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn’t tell me that.'

    'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.

    Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I’ve read Magnus’s stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you’re talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?'

    'Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're a Shadowhunter," he said. "You know how to deal with injuries." He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it."
    "No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him.
    Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary—"
    "She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha."
    "Ha-ha?" Jace looked incredulous. "That's your comeback?"
    Alec, folding his phone, approached the table with a puzzled look. "What's going on?"
    "We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste," Magnus observed. "It's all very dull.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”
    Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “I've noticed the Fair Folk often say 'perhaps' when there is a truth they want to hide," Clary said. "It keeps you from having to give a straight answer."
    "Perhaps so," said the Queen with an amused smile.
    "'Mayhap' is a good word too," Alec suggested.
    "Also 'perchance,'" Izzy said.
    "I see nothing wrong with 'maybe'," said Simon. "A little modern, but the gist of the idea comes across.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.”
    Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?”
    “Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—”
    “Now,” said Magnus, quickly. “There’s no need to go into all of that.”
    “But there is.” The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?”
    Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “Does she still love you?"
    "I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't."
    Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!”
    Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?”
    “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass.
    “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.”
    “Brown?” Isabelle made a face.
    “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.”
    Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.”
    “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.”
    “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”
    “There are worse things,” Magnus observed.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #24
    Cassandra Clare
    “You don't believe me?" Jace asked. "Fine. Go ahead. Kiss me right now."
    Alec stared at him in horror.
    "Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don't like me that way.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Basia coquum," Simon said. "Or whatever their motto is."
    "It's 'Descensus Averno facilis est.' 'The descent into hell is easy," said Alec. "You just said "Kiss the cook."
    "Dammit," said Simon. "I knew Jace was screwing with me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Magnus sighed. "Alexander, I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women - with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two." He looked sideways at Maryse, who looked mildly horrified. "Too much information?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.”
    Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?”
    Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!”
    Cassandra Clare

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. "I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
    "Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
    Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. "Not permanently?"
    "No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. "In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."
    Isabelle looked dubious. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."
    "That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. "No, probably not.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #29
    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

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “Míralo. El rostro de un ángel malicioso y los ojos como el cielo nocturno en el Infierno. Es muy hermoso, y a los vampiros les gusta eso. Y no puedo decir que a mí me moleste. -Magnus sonrió de medio lado-. Cabello negro y ojos azules son mi combinación favorita.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince



Rss
« previous 1 3 4