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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #2
    Mother Teresa
    “It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.”
    Mother Theresa of Calcutta

  • #3
    Mother Teresa
    “I feel the greatest destroyer of peace today is 'Abortion', because it is a war against the child... A direct killing of the innocent child, 'Murder' by the mother herself... And if we can accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another? How do we persuade a woman not to have an abortion? As always, we must persuade her with love... And we remind ourselves that love means to be willing to give until it hurts...”
    Mother Teresa

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Jodi Picoult
    “Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed”
    Jodi Picoult

  • #6
    Stephen  King
    “you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me."
    "I was ninety percent sure."
    "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain.
    "What the hell was that for?"
    "The other ten percent.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things."
    "I like anyone killing things, especially me." he said with a smile.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “aren't you, uh... reproducing?

    "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “By the Angel," Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell."
    Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth.
    "I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business," Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what you're told." Jace squinted at her. "Are those Isabelle's clothes? They look ridiculous on you."

    "I could point out that you burned my clothes." -Jace and Clary pg. 63”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?"
    "Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.
    "Oooh, a Shadowhunter," said the vampire. "Scary." With a wink he melted back into the crowd.
    "Vampires are such prima donnas," Magnus sighed from the doorway. "Honestly, I don't know why I have these parties."
    "Because of your cat," Clary reminded him.
    Magnus perked up. "That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #17
    Cassandra Clare
    “How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.

    The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #18
    Cassandra Clare
    “My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?"
    "Only from ugly people," Jace confided. "The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me." He winked at the girls, who giggled and hid behind their hair.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose.
    She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know how to use that--"
    He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. "You'd learn." He dropped his voice. "It's in your blood."
    She drew her hand back slowly. "All right."
    "I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in," Isabelle offered. "I've got tons."
    "CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #21
    Cassandra Clare
    “He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #22
    Cassandra Clare
    “Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?"
    "Because she loves you," said Valentine.
    Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #23
    Cassandra Clare
    “Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #24
    “I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”
    Anna Peters

  • #25
    Cassandra Clare
    “Keep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you."
    "So don't bother."
    "Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out.
    "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
    He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #26
    Cassandra Clare
    “Clary grinned. "A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-"
    He waved a hand. "Faeries. I know."
    "I was going to say muggers," said Clary. "Though I pity the mugger who goes after you."
    "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it," said Jace, looking gratified.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “She unwrapped the blanket when she came in my door. You were inside it. She set you down on the floor and you started ranging around, picking things up, pulling my cat's tail—you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if you were part banshee. She didn't laugh.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #28
    Cassandra Clare
    “He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?"
    "Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy. That and he's killed more demons than anyone else his age.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #30
    “Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness.”
    R.J. Palacio, Wonder



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