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  • #1
    Victoria Aveyard
    “I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.”
    Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “A very magnanimous statement, Gideon,” said Magnus.
    “I’m Gabriel.”
    Magnus waved a hand. “All Lightwoods look the same to me.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #3
    Cassandra Clare
    “You don't think I can fight." Tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery gaze with her own. "Because I'm a girl."
    "I don't think you can fight because you're wearing a wedding dress", said Jem. "For what it's worth, I don't think Will could fight in that dress either."
    "Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat'a. "But I would make a radiant bride.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “Sometimes one must choose whether to be kind or honorable," he said. "Sometimes one cannot be both.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
    "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #8
    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

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”
    “Don’t be sexist.”
    “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #10
    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

  • #11
    Cassandra Clare
    “And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous."

    "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood."
    "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #12
    Cassandra Clare
    “You have something on your neck.
    What
    Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway?
    Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head.
    And ran into a vampire
    What? No! I fell.
    On your neck?”
    cassandra clare

  • #13
    Cassandra Clare
    “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #14
    Cassandra Clare
    “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.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

  • #16
    Cassandra Clare
    “I am a man, and men do not drink pink drinks. Now, be gone, woman, and fetch me something brown." Jace said.
    "Brown?" said Isabelle.
    "Yes. Brown. It's a manly color. See? Alec is wearing it." Jace said.
    "Well, it was black but it faded." Alec said.
    "Well, I can always fix it up with something sparkly," Magnus said, holding a sparkley headband.
    "Resist the urge, Alec, resist the urge." Simon said.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Glass



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