Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
26
Mar
26
Mar
When you love someone, you don’t have a
When you love someone, you don’t have a choice. Love takes your choices away.
– Clary Fray
— Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
26
Mar
There is no pretending”,Jace said with absolute clarity.”I
There is no pretending”,Jace said with absolute clarity.”I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there’s a life after that,I’ll love you then.”
She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
26
Mar
You could have had anything else in the
You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.”
She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
“But I don’t want anything else in the world.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
26
Mar
Now very much against her will, she thought
Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he’d held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it–he’d known she was as strong has he was.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
26
Mar
We are all the pieces of what we
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
26
Mar
He made a sound like a choked laughed
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace’s shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones