Best 80 of The mortal instruments quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Don’t carry the weight of the world on you Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I'm seventeen; we're all perverts." - Jace Lightwood

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Sorry. Was it awful?” “Being a rat? No. First it was disorienting. I was suddenly at ankle-level with everyone. I thought I'd drunk a shrinking potion, but I couldn't figure out why I had this urge to chew used gum wrappers.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

She wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

The figure in the doorway ducked; the brick hit the wall, and Luke straightened up and looked at her curiously. I hope when we're married, that's not the way you greet me every day when I come home, he said.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!”“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?”“No.”“Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired.“No!"“No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic." Simon set the empty flask down on the arm of the chair by the bed. "There's something very wrong with you," he said. "Mentally, I mean.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

—No hice un pastel —repitió Alec, gesticulando expresivamente con una mano—, por tres razones. Uno, porque no tengo ningún ingrediente para hacer el pastel. Dos, porque yo en realidad no sé cómo hacer un pastel. Hizo una pausa, claramente esperando. Removiendo su espada e inclinándose contra la pared de la cueva, Jace dijo con cautela: —¿Y tres? —Porque no soy tu zorra —respondió Alec, claramente complacido consigo mismo.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

We could take him to the valley of salt," - Amatis Herondale

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

People always said that things never turned out the way you imagined they would. People were wrong

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Don’t tell me you aren’t even a little glad to see me, Mother,” Sebastian said, and though his words were pleading, his voice was flat. “Aren’t I everything you could want in a son?” He spread his arms wide. “Strong, handsome, looks just like dear old Dad.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jace Herondale

They'll probably put that on my gravestone. 'He Was Heterosexul and Had Low Expectations.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

...Oye te pedí que vinieras por un motivo, a pesar de lo mucho que odio admitirlo, vampiro, tenemos algo en común... [Jace] -Un cabello absolutamente fantástico? [Simon] [...] -Clary- [Jace] -Clary? [Simon] -Clary- repitió Jace –Ya sabes: bajita, pelirroja mal genio [Jace]...

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Come poteva desiderare dell'altro, quando aveva Jace? Ma forse, le venne da pensare, avere qualcuno non era mai davvero possibile. Forse, per quanto si possa amare una persona, lei può sempre scivolarti via dalle dita come acqua, senza che tu possa farci niente. Ora capiva perché la gente parlava i cuori ‘infranti’: si sentiva come se il suo fosse di vetro rotto, con le schegge come coltelli che le trafiggevano il petto ogni volta che respirava.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes. "Ave atque vale, Shadowhunter," he said.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Got caught in the rain, I see," - Isabelle Lightwood

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Magnus reached for Alec, but instead of rising to his feet, he pulled Alec against him, his hand sliding up Alec’s back to knot in his hair. Magnus pulled Alec down and against him, and kissed him,hard and awkward and determined, and Alec froze for a moment and then abandoned himself to it, to kissing Magnus, something he’d thought he’d never get to do again. Alec ran his hands up Magnus’s shoulders to the sides of his neck and cupped his hands there, holding Magnus in place while he kissed him thoroughly breathless.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jace Wayland

you can run out of garlic, you can't really run out of music

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

. . . pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it." - Jace Wayland

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think ur kewl,' I'm going to kill you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

... El arrepentimiento en una emoción que carece de sentido ¿no te parece?...” [Magnus]

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Alec looked impressed. "I didn't know all that." Jace hopped on the windowsill and swung his legs. "Not all of us sleep through history lessons." "I do not--" "Oh yes you do, and drool on the desk besides." "Shut up said Magnus, but he said it quite mildly.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

You know Jace Lightwood?" said Emma. "I-- What?" "He's famous," Emma said with obvious amazement. He's the best Shadowhunter. The best.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

True. I'd always hoped that when I finally said 'I love you' to a girl, she'd say 'I know' back, like Leia did to Han in Return of the Jedi.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Remember how before, I was talking about Dungeons and Dragons? Vividly, Jace said. It was a dark time.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Why do you tell me you love me only when you're drunk or dreaming? she asked. I have awful timing, said Simon

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss she had endured, and she wept for Emma and the Blackthorns, remembering how they had fought back tears when she had told them that she had seen Mark in the tunnels of Faerie, and how he belonged to the Hunt now, and she wept for Simon and the hole in her heart where he had been, and the she would miss him every day until she died, and she wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

So it's true what they say about warlocks, then?" Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. "What's true?" "Alexander," said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon's eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of an expression that said Uh-oh. "You can't be rude to everyone who talks to me." Alec made a wide, sweeping gesture. "And why not? Cramping your style, am I? I mean, maybe you were hoping to flirt with werewolf boy here. He's pretty attractive, if you like the messy-haired, broad-shouldered, chiseled-good-looks type." "Hey, now," said Jordan mildly. Magnus put his head in his hands. "Or there are plenty of pretty girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways, Is there anything you aren't into?" "Mermaids," said Magnus into his fingers. "They always smell like seaweed." "It's not funny," Alec said savagely, and kicking back his chair, he got up from the table and stalked off into the crowd.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

This world will be consumed by hellfire,” he said. “But I will bring you and Jace safely through the flames if you only do what I ask. It is a grace I extend to no one else. Do you not see how foolish you are to reject it?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

For the devil has no power . . . except in the dark." - Madame Dorothea

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jace Wayland

As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He's a shadowhunter.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

We will stand bravely with you! Malcolm announced. Catarina looked darkly at him, and he quailed. Well, we will stand bravely near you. Or at least within earshot. Maia gave him a hard look. So no guarantees, basically? Malcolm shrugged. Warlocks are independent. And hard to get hold of. Like cats, but with fewer tails. Well, there are some tails. I don't have one myself -

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,” she said. “Only that and nothing more.” Jace’s heart started to pound. He met the Queen’s eyes with his own. “Why are you doing this?” … “Desire is not always lessened by disgust…And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire your kiss, she won’t be free.” “You don’t have to do this, Clary, it’s a trick—” (Simon) ...Isabelle sounded exasperated. ‘Who cares, anyway? It’s just a kiss.” “That’s right,” Jace said. Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her... and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him… He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this one chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again. “It’s just a kiss,” he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too. Not that it mattered—there was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before... She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him… All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count. He...whispered in her ear. “You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like,” he said. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes coppery lines against her pale, fragile skin. “I’ve never even been to England,” she said, and the softness, the anxiety in her voice almost undid him. He had never kissed a girl without knowing she wanted it too, usually more than he did, and this was Clary, and he didn’t know what she wanted. Her eyes were still closed, but she shivered, and leaned into him — barely, but it was permission enough. His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him… His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud... His hands slid down to her waist... he had no idea what he would have done or said next, if it would have been something he could never have pretended away or taken back, but he heard a soft hiss of laughter — the Faerie Queen — in his ears, and it jolted him back to reality. He pulled away from Clary before he it was too late, unlocking her hands from around his neck and stepping back... Clary was staring at him. Her lips were parted, her hands still open. Her eyes were wide. Behind her, Alec and Isabelle were gaping at them; Simon looked as if he was about to throw up. ...If there had ever been any hope that he could have come to think of Clary as just his sister, this — what had just happened between them — had exploded it into a thousand pieces... He tried to read Clary’s face — did she feel the same? … I know you felt it, he said to her with his eyes, and it was half bitter triumph and half pleading. I know you felt it, too…She glanced away from him... He whirled on the Queen. “Was that good enough?” he demanded. “Did that entertain you?” The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. “We are quite entertained," she said. “But not, I think, so much as the both of you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

She made an impatient noise. "By the Angel, you don't know anything about your kid, do you? Do you even really know how vampires are made?" "Well, when a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much ...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Eres mi hermana, Mi hermana, mi sangre, debería querer protegerte...Protegerte de la clase de chicos que quieren hacer contigo exactamente lo que yo quiero hacer...”[Jace sobre Clary]

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

My name is Raphael. Not chico.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning. "Nice," he said. "As graceful as a falling snowflake." "Was I screaming?" She asked, genuinely curious. "You know, on the way down." He nodded. "Thankfully no one's home, or they would have assumed I was murdering you." "Ha. You can't even reach me." She kicked out a leg and spun lazily in midair. Jace's eyes glinted. "Want to bet?" Clary knew that expression. "No," she said quickly. "Whatever you're going to do-" But he'd already done it. When Jace moved fast, his individual movements were almost invisible. She saw his hand go to his belt, and then something flashed in the air. She heard the sound of parting fabric as the cord above her head was sheared through. Released, she fell freely, too surprised to scream- directly into Jace's arms. The force knocked him backward, and they sprawled together onto one of the padded floor mats, Clary on top of him. He grinned up at her. "Now," he said, "that was much better. You didn't scream at all." "I didn't get the chance." She was breathless, and not just from the impact of the fall. Being sprawled on top of Jace, feeling his body against hers, made her hands shake and her heart beat faster.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!' "Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

... El amor nos vuelve mentirosos...” [Jace]

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassie Clare

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

—Tal vez siempre has sido sabio —dijo Jace—. Recuerdo que cuando te pregunté si querías ser mi parabatai, tú me dijiste que necesitabas un día para pensar en ello. Y luego volviste y dijiste que sí, y cuando te pregunté por qué accediste a hacerlo, dijiste que era porque necesitaba a alguien que me cuidara. Tenías razón. Nunca pensé en ello de nuevo, porque nunca tuve que hacerlo. Te tengo, y siempre has cuidado de mí. Siempre —No —dijo Alec—. No hables así. —No ¿Por qué? —Porque —dijo Alec—. Así es como la gente habla cuando piensan que van a morir

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

There are some things you never forget. The runes of the Book are more than illustrations. They become part of you. Part of your skin. Being a Shadowhunter never leaves you. It’s a gift that’s carried in your blood, and you can no more change it than you can change your blood type.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kendare Blake

If you’ve been reading the Mortal Instruments for any length of time, you know that only two things are certain: Dead doesn’t necessarily mean dead, and you never know whose blood is going to wind up running through your veins.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.