#cassandra

You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane) ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #devices #infernal #infernal-devices #life

It means 'Shadowhunters: looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234 ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #jace #enemy

Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.” “Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . . ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #kissed #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #sisters

Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-prince #jem #tessa #will #dog

People who know and love the same books you do have the road map of your soul. I believe that. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #love

Isabelle snorted, "All the boys are guy. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon." "You noticed," said Simon. "I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual," added Magnus. "Please never say those words in front of my parents," said Alec. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#bisexual #cassandra-clare #city-of-lost-souls #funny #gay

Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too." "Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor." "In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-and-jace #humor #mrotal-instruments #romantic #humor

Hotter than me? --Jace ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-humor #mortal-instruments #humor

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-ashes #humor #jace #mortal-instruments #humor

Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#city-of-glass #shakespeare #stars-shine-darkly #twelfth-night #love