Quote

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

Cassandra Clare

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Great
Sulk
Coordination
Pregnant
Grace
Someone

More quotes by Cassandra Clare

Image
I suppose we all lie to ourselves sometimes.
Cassandra Clare
Image
“ It’ s a lot to process,” she said. “ What Sebastian said, what happened last night, everything. I need to sleep, but I’ m too keyed up. When I was young and I couldn’ t sleep, my mother used to read to me to relax me.” “ A nd I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne
Cassandra Clare
Image
I always thought that eventually there would be a moment where I realized that I had practiced enough and now I was ready to be a professional writer. Then I befriended a number of successful professional writers and realized that none of them ever felt ready. After that I decided I might as well stop waiting to feel ready and just get started.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Where is your angel now?
Cassandra Clare
Image
I want my people to be protected, strong, and not to be driven into corners until they either become killers or are killed!
Cassandra Clare
Image
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
Image
I have a dress fitting to get to at three.' (Simon) 'Cool,' said Kyle, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and heading for the door. 'Get them to make you something in red. It's totally your color.
Cassandra Clare
Image
A date, Jace repeated. Often a 'boring thing you have to memorize in history class, but in this case,' 'an offer of a n evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.'
Cassandra Clare
Image
He began it,” Cecily said, jerking her chin at Will, though she knew it was pointless. Jem, Will’s parabatai, treated her with the distant sweet kindness reserved for the little sisters of one’s friends, but he would always side with Will. Kindly, but firmly, he put Will above everything else in the world. Well, nearly everything.
Cassandra Clare
Image
No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns.
Cassandra Clare
Image
what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?
Cassandra Clare
Image
A parabatai. Like he was. And Jace knew, too, what that faded rune meant: a parabatai whose other half was dead. He felt his sympathy leap toward Brother Zachariah, as he imagined himself without Alec, with only that faded rune to remind him where once he had been bonded to someone who knew all the best and worst parts of his soul.
Cassandra Clare
Image
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
Image
They both believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
Cassandra Clare
Image
She said that you've break my heart
Cassandra Clare
Image
The law is hard but it is the law.
Cassandra Clare
Image
When two souls are as one, they stay together on the Wheel. I was born into this world to love you, and I will love you in the next life, and the one after that. ~Jem Carstairs
Cassandra Clare
Image
I am not going to live, and I can choose to be as much for her as I can be, to burn as brightly for her as I wish, and for a shorter time, than to burden her with someone only half-alive for a longer time. i is my choice, William, and you cannot make it for me.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Rule number one of anime, Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. Never screw with a blind monk.
Cassandra Clare