Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
All things tend toward entropy. The whole universe is moving outward, the stars pulling away from one another, God knows what falling through the cracks between them.
Cassandra Clare
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
Author
Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Teheran
Judith Rumelt
Stars
Entropy
Universe
Outward
Moving
Cracks
Fall
Pulling
Away
Falling
Another
Chaos
Whole
Tend
Things
Toward
More quotes by Cassandra Clare
The demon bared its greenish fangs. This is my true form. An ugly surprise for you, I suppose. I daresay it's an improvement, said Will. You weren't much to look at before, and at least the horns are dramatic.
Cassandra Clare
Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.
Cassandra Clare
I have come to understand something about novels, Tessa said. And what is that? They are not true.
Cassandra Clare
That does it, said Jace. I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year. Why? Isabelle said. So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.
Cassandra Clare
Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.
Cassandra Clare
Wherever we are, we are as one
Cassandra Clare
And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
Cassandra Clare
In future, Clarissa, he said, it might be wise to mention that you already have a man in your bed, to avoid such tedious situations. You invited him into bed? Simon demanded, looking shaken. Ridiculous, isn't it? said Jace. We would never have all fit.
Cassandra Clare
She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.
Cassandra Clare
Tess?” A soft voice at the door she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.
Cassandra Clare
Creating characters is like throwing together ingredients for a recipe. I take characteristics I like and dislike in real people I know, or know of, and use them to embellish and define characters.
Cassandra Clare
[Jem] 'It will help you sleep.' 'All I’ve been doing is sleeping!' [Tessa] 'And very amusing it is to watch, said Jem. 'Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?' 'I do not,' she said, with a whispered laugh. 'You do,' he said. 'Fortunately, I like rabbits.
Cassandra Clare
Clary, you're an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don't. It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy — just different. There's nothing wrong with being different.
Cassandra Clare
Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers we get Aquatruck.
Cassandra Clare
I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners. Jace flipped a page. Very funny, Fray.
Cassandra Clare
We had and incident. I took care of it. Really. Jace's voice dripped sarcasm. Do you even know how to use that knife, Clarissa? Without poking a hole in yourself or any innocent bystanders?
Cassandra Clare
To marry a girl just to make her a widow,” said Gabriel Lightwood. “Many would say that was not a kindness.
Cassandra Clare
Admiring yourself?” The Inquisitor’s voice but through his reverie. “You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.” “You do seem obsessed with my looks.” Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. “Could it be that all this is because you‘re attracted to me?
Cassandra Clare
His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling. Oh, dear, said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen body of his comrade with fastidious distaste. How unpleasant.
Cassandra Clare
You cannot hide your true self forever.
Cassandra Clare