Cassandra Clare Quotes, Thoughts and Images

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

People who know and love the same books as you, have the road map to your soul.

If you were half as funny as you think you are, you'd be twice as funny as you are now.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

You can't forget the things you did in the past, or you'll never learn from them.

Dreams can be dangerous things.

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

Every heart has its own melody.

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.

Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.

Change is not always accomplished peacefully, but that does not make it disadventageous.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

In difficult times, in dark times, some people shine.

I am, in the end, what you made me.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.