Frases de Cassandra Clare

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“Sempre devemos ter cuidado com livros e com o que está dentro deles, pois as palavras têm o poder de nos transformar.”

“"Viemos ver Jace. Ele está bem?"
"Eu não sei", disse Magnus. "Ele normalmente simplesmente fica deitado no chão assim sem se mexer?"”

“Tato são adultos mentindo entre si.”

“Nós vivemos e respiramos palavras.”

“You bled on the Speaking stars… I bet there's a law somewhere about that.”

“It was a very bad idea. It was a terrible idea. It was the worst idea he had ever heard. It was irresistible.”

“We are all what our pasts have made us,” Catarina said. “The accumulation of thousands of daily choices. We can change ourselves, but never erase what we’ve been.”

“Anything?" She laughed. "Like what kind of anything did you want?"
"Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti."
-Clary & Jace, pg.310-”

“If you don’t go after Luke,” Clary said, enunciating very clearly, “I, personally, will kill you.”
For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. “Well,” she said, “if you put it like that.”

“I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”

“The bad things can't matter more than the good things”

“Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out.
No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?”

“Everyone’s death means something”

“… As could the sarcasm in her voice. "yes, she's bleeding to deat Lu upstairs, but i thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.”

“How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.”

“I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?”

“Picture this," said Magnus. "Me with a little monkey friend. I could teach him tricks. I could dress him in a cunning jacket. He could look just like me! But more monkey-shaped.”

“This is my mother’s wedding,”«" she said. "We’re not going to have sex. At all."
"But ‘at all’ is my favorite way to have sex.”

“It smells like heartbreak in here,” said Jace.”

“That might be nice, an extra pair of arms," Jace said. "Handy in a fight."
"Not if they're growing out of your…" Dorothea paused and smiled, not without malice. "Neck.”

“You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”

“He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well…”

“We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.”

“Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with is"
Sure" said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour”

“I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside, or...”

“Jace: 'I don't like keeping her in the dark.'
Sebastian: 'We'll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?'
Jace: 'Two weeks ago you were dead.'
Sebastian: 'Well, I wasn't suggestingweeks. That would be insane.”

“You never know when, and you never know who, but someday a stranger will burst through the door of your life and transform it utterly. The world will be turned upside down, and you will be happier for it.”

“Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?”

“If this is your idea of glamour, I'm having second thoughts about letting you make me over.”

“She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.”

“It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.”

“You asked me who I belong to," he whispered. "I belong to. Your blood is my blood, your bones my bones. The first time you saw me, I looked familiar, didn't I? Just like you looked familiar to me.”

“Is that why you didn't call me? Because I'm an idiot?”