Cassandra Clare citáty

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„„Člověk si musí vždy dávat pozor na knihy,“ řekla Tessa, „a co je v nich, protože slova mají moc nás změnit.““

„A teď potřebuji, abys pro mě udělal to, co nemohu udělat sám. Abys byl mým zrakem, který mi chybí. Abys byl mýma rukama, když nemůžu používat svoje vlastní. Abys byl mým srdcem, když to moje přestane bít.“

„Milovat znamená ničit, a být milování znamená být ničen.“

„Ten chlapec už nikdy neplakal a nikdy nezapomněl, co se naučil: že milovat znamená ničit a že být milován znamená být tím, kdo je ničen.“

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die.”

“Whither thou goest, I will go;
Where thou diest, will I die
And there will I be buried:
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.”

“It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”

“I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.”

“Maybe one day it will be just you and me, my little blueberry," Magnus said conversationally. "But not for a long, long time. We'll take care of him, you and I. Won't we?"
Max Lightwood made a happy burbling sound that Magnus took as agreement.”

“With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.”

“Enough of what?
Enough of behaving as you do.
Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what you sister said to me when”

“To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change”

“That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana."
This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.”

“Hey, Clary. You take care of yourself," he said. "I know you can." He paused. "And take care of Jace, that poor, helpless blond."
Jace made an obscene gesture, which actually did feel familiar to Simon, so he knew that was their thing.”

“She looked at him with loathing. "I knew you were crazy," she said. "But I didn't realize you were absolutely, spectactularly out of your goddamned mind.”

“There's nothing you could have done that would cause me to cease loving either of you. Will is myself, my own soul, and if I am not to have the keeping of your heart, then there is not other I would rather have that honor.”

“The kitchen was just as empty, even the refrigerator gone, the chairs, the table--the kitchen cabinets stood open, their bare shelves reminder her of a nursery rhyme. She cleared her throat. "What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?”

“we are not here just because we have nowhere else; we need nowhere else, because we have the Institute, and those who are in it are our family.”

“Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest…”

“Flirting? We were merely indulging in a little risqué conversation," Magnus said, offended.
"When I begin to flirt, I assure you the entire room will know. My flirtations cause sensations.”

“To my son,

If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.”

“Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.”

“I'm boasting of my… skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.”

“You like the party?
Is it in honour of anything?
My cat's birthday.
Where's your cat?
I don't know, he ran away.”

“He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.”

“Yech," said Simon.
"Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.”

“Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.”

“He hadn't stopped wanting love. He had simply, somehow, stopped looking.”

“My blood in his veins." ~Jace”

“If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises?
-Clary, pg.239”

“I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?”

“Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”