Best 41 of City of bones quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

You’ve never seemed to really need anyone, Clary. You’ve always been so… contained. All you’ve ever needed is your pencils and your imaginary worlds. So many times I’ve had to say things six, seven times before you’d even respond, you were so far away. And the you’d turn to me and smile that funny smile, and I’d know you’d forgotten all about me and just remembered— but I was never mad at you. Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else’s.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I am so screwed.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Stephenie Meyer

Dear Edward and Jacob, I adore you both, but I'm spending the weekend with Jace. Sorry! Love, Stephenie

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

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

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

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.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

They are pretty to look at," - Jace Wayland

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

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.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

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 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but- Clary: I'm going to bed.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Cassandra Clare

What welcome?” Magnus asked. “I’d say it was a pleasure to meet you, but it wasn’t. Not that you aren’t all fairly charming, and as for you—” He dropped a glittery wink at Alec, who looked astounded. “Call me?” Alec blushed and stuttered and probably would have stood there all night if Jace hadn’t grasped his elbow and hauled him toward the door, Isabelle at their heels.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

It is easier to confront a threat as a mass, a group, not individuals who must be evaluated one by one...

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this," he said. "It's become embarrassing." "Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," she told him. "I can't help it. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Oh, yes.” Magnus seemed to have perked up. “Are you the one with the blue eyes?” “He means Alec,” Clary said helpfully. “No. My eyes are usually described as golden,” Jace told the intercom. “And luminous.” “Oh, you’re that one.” Magnus sounded disappointed.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Tim Winton

The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right down there, win the square before them. through a dinky little entrance, were the Roman ruins like honeycomb. The trains went under the river. There were tunnels people had forgotten about. It was a wonder Paris stood up at all. The bit you saw was only half of it. Her skin burned, thinking of it. The Hunchback knew. Up here in the tower of Notre Dame he saw how it was. Now and then, with the bells rattling his bones, he saw it like God saw it -- inside, outside, above and under -- just for a moment. The rest of the time he went back to hurting and waiting like Scully out there crying in the wind.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

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 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

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

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

My eyes are usually described as golden... and luminous.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

But you have to learn to bend a little,” said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story’s content, the rhythm of Jace’s voice had made her sleepy. “Or you’ll break.” “Not if you're strong enough,” said Jace firmly.

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 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn’t she be fainting at his feet? But she’s grinning.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra

Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Maybe they didn't make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn't want to live forever.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Can I touch your mango?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

She saw Luke, standing atop a pile of bones. Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back, Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings, Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out of the sky.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I’m sorry I smacked you,” she said. He stopped humming. “Just be glad you hit me and not Alec. He would have hit you back.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Drive like hell was following you." - Jace Wayland

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

She was looking at Alec instead, watching him as he talked to Jace. There was a kinetic, almost feverish energy to him that hadn’t been there before. Something about Jace sharpened him, brought him into focus. If she were going to draw them together, she thought, she would make Jace a little blurry, while Alec stood out, all sharp, clear planes and angles. Jace was looking down as Alec spoke, smiling a little and tapping his water glass with a fingernail. She sensed he was thinking of other things. She felt a sudden flash of sympathy for Alec. Jace couldn’t be an easy person to care about. I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited. Jace looked up as the waitress passed. “Are we ever going to get any coffee?” he said aloud, interrupting Alec midsentence. Alec subsided, his energy fading.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

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

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Sed lex dura lex," said Jace automatically. "The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cassandra Clare

-Que Dios se apiade del pobre desgraciado que decide que quiere darse un baño con el patito.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.” “Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Cassandra Clare

I may not believe in sin,” he said, “but I do feel guilt. We Shadowhunters live by a code, and that code isn’t flexible. Honor, fault, penance, those are real to us, and they have nothing to do with religion and everything to do with who we are. This is who I am, Clary," he said desperately.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

Well you can go ahead and hand your head out the window if you feel like it" "I'm a werewolf not a golden retriever

By Anonym 17 Sep

Cassandra Clare

My name is Raphael. Not chico.