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What you said was true. we don't live or love in a vacuum. There are people around us who care about us who would be hurt, maybe destroyed if we let ourselves feel what we might want to feel.

Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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You cannot save every fallen bird, said Woosley, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. Even the handsome ones. One will do, said Magnus, and, as Will was no longer within his sight, he let the front door fall shut.
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To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.
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I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!
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Those of us who do not live forever do not like change perhaps as much as those of you who do.
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Well, why did you kill Jeremiah? And don't bother feeding me some story about how you just happened to wander along after he spontaneously died. I know you did this.
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You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideon’s father we’re discussing.” “We’re not just discussing him we’re chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he’s turned into a worm.
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I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.
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And spare me the jokes about scoring. Dammit, woman, you read my mind, he said. Is there no filthy wordplay you can't forsee? It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts. So, ninety-five percent of the time.
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Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.
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He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
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When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.
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I didn't get this dressed up to watch you mess around in the gutter with a bunch of motorcycles. They are pretty to look at, said Jace. You have to admit that. So am I, said Isabelle.
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Investigation? Isabelle laughed. Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names. Good idea, said Jace. I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.
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But the rest of Jace’s mind is watching the door slam behind her and seeing the final ruin of all his dreams. It was one thing to push it to this point. It is another to let go forever. Because he knows Clary, and if she goes now, she will not ever come back.
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Is there some particular reason that you're here? ... Not this again. Not what again? said Clary. Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house. Simon pointed at Jace.
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It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.
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Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.
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I think you ought to let me take poor Tessa into town to get some new clothes. Otherwise, the first time she takes a deep breath, that dress will fall right off her. Will looked interested. I think she should try that out now and see what happens.
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Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
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