Quote

Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds? If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.

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
Start
Rip
Part
Bind
Wanted
Jace
Shirt
Shirts
Wounds
Asked
Strips
Clothes
Tearing

More quotes by Cassandra Clare

Image
For our purposes you can consider it a small country between Germany and France. But there isn't anything between Germany and France. Except Switzerland. Precisely, said Jace.
Cassandra Clare
Image
No. That's Clary shes's my best friend. Simon pocketed his phone. And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like ducking glass mole.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.
Cassandra Clare
Image
It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.
Cassandra Clare
Image
I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.
Cassandra Clare
Image
When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Yes, Jace said, I regret having disobeyed you. No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon? Valentine's face softened. Jonathan- Especially, Jace said, since I plan to do it again. Right now.
Cassandra Clare
Image
People who know and love the same books as you, have the road map to your soul.
Cassandra Clare
Image
...We die, we turn, we are reborn as we deserve to be reborn, based on our doings in this world. Will looked down at his bitten nails. I will probably be reborn as a slug that someone salts.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Magnus got to his feet. “I do believe that's my cue to leave as well,” he said. Clary noticed he was avoiding looking at Alec. “I'd say it's been nice meeting you all, but, in fact, it hasn't. It's been quite awkward, and frankly, the next time I see a single one of you will be far too soon.
Cassandra Clare
Image
And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a moment Tessa felt a stab of guilt. It lasted only a moment, though. Slowly Jessamine lowered her hand from her mouth, her face still very pale. Goodness, my nose is enormous, she exclaimed. Why didn't anyone tell me?
Cassandra Clare
Image
Clary- How to Come Out to Your Parents, she read out loud. LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.
Cassandra Clare
Image
She turned and looked at him. Ducks? she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.
Cassandra Clare
Image
For a moment Clary thought she might fall she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Well, she's not responding to my advances, he observed more brightly than he felt, so she must be dead. Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.
Cassandra Clare
Image
Jesus! Luke exclaimed. Actually, it's just me, said Simon. Although I've been told the resemblance is startling.
Cassandra Clare
Image
There's always the dinner rolls, said Will, pointing to a covered basket. Though I warn you, they're as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.
Cassandra Clare
Image
One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.
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