Best 129 quotes in «shadowhunters quotes» category

I'll take Shadowhunter, then. Because from what I've experienced of vampires, you mostly suck. No pun intended.

If I had not been a Shadowhunter, I would have had a future on the stage. I have no doubt I would have been greeted with acclaim.

Actually, he would much rather have been abandoned in hostile territory than left to stand around at a party.

Alec, with his heartbreaking contradictions, shy and brave, relentless and tender. Alec’s midnight-blue eyes, and the look on his face when they had their first kiss. And their last.

Alec kissed as he did all things, so dedicated and wholehearted he swept Magnus away.

Alec’s breath caught. He found he could not stop holding it, as if he could save it for the child Magnus had been.

All that darkness, and all that pain, and Magnus was somehow still a blazing riot of life and color, a source of joy for everyone around him.

And Nephilim—we tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love—my old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.

A pure fountain gives pure water

Attacking is what demons usually do, If it was after me specifically, I assume it was jealous of my style and charm.

Because women never say what they think.

Besides, we are on vacation. Carpe diem. Seize the day, not the demons.

Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.

The destruction of all Shadowhunters' said Scott. 'I rather thought you knew that. It isn't a gardening club.

Alec furrowed his brow. “So you’re scrapbooking?” Magnus made a face. “To the lay observer, what I’m doing might look similar, yes.

Alec knew who he was. He knew what he had done and what he had fought for, and he knew what he would fight for in the future. And he knew exactly who he loved.

Alec was used to feeling a combination of affection and annoyance toward the people he loved. Typically, he’d start the relationship with a feeling of total annoyance and minimal affection, and then as time passed, the annoyance diminished and the affection grew. This described the arc of his relationship with Jace, his parabatai and closest friend, and more recently described how he’d felt about Clary Fairchild when she’d come into their lives.

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain.

As happens in times of despair for the noble and true—so, never for me—an angel came.

Because Shadowhunters must also guard mundanes from knowing about our world, you must also sometimes take control of the writing of that history. By this I mean you have to cover things up. You need to provide a plausible explanation for what’s happened—one that does not involve demons.” “Like Men in Black,” Simon whispered to George.

Behold, the Great Poison!” Shinyun shouted. “Our founder. The prophet who brought us together and then led us astray.” “It’s just an honor to be nominated,” Magnus gasped.

But Clary's a hero at heart- and that means she'll find a way to be the hero she needs to be, to look beyond the skills she doesn't have and draw on the skills she does have to ultimately save the day.

But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself. Luke Garroway

Can’t complain,” said Magnus, adjusting his cuffs. “If I did, I would only be doing so for attention from a handsome gentleman.

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

Don’t worry, Shinyun. I know a spell that can break out of all but the most powerful pentagrams.” Magnus waved his hands around for a second, then stopped and shrugged. “Oh yes, I forgot. I could have broken us out, but I lost my powers because someone poisoned me.” “I hate you,” Shinyun whispered. “I might add, Cursed Daughter is a terrible nickname,” said Magnus.

Don't you think 'Mark is kind of a weird name for a Shadowhunter?" Julian was saying as Emma approached. "I mean, if you really think about it. It's confusing. 'Put a Mark on me, Mark.

Do the choo-choo train," - Emma Carstairs

Do you want to wear a beret after all?” Magnus asked. “Say the word. I happen to have several berets concealed on my person. In a variety of colors. I’m a beret cornucopia.

Drive like hell was following you." - Jace Wayland

Edmund jumped and somersaulted in midair, vaulting neatly onto the roof of the carriage. As he did so, he drew weapons from the concealing folds of his garments: the two whips he had spoken of before, arcs of sizzling light against the night sky. He wielded them with cutting precision, their light waking golden fire in his tousled hair and casting a glow on his carved features, and by that light Magnus saw his face changed from a laughing boy's to the stern countenance of an an angel.

Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero. We are all hoping for it, and trying for it, and soon we will all be bleeding for it.

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

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.

Do you have her phone number?” Aline asked. “In case we get separated, or something?

ducking glass mole' - Alec Lightwood

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

Enjoying life was essential, but sometimes it was an effort.

Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

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

He and Jia occasionally made cutting remarks about various Clave members to each other in Mandarin. She was a nice lady.

He did not want to die in this banal pit, surrounded by the pallid ghosts of past mistakes, but if he had to die, he planned to die with style.

He wasn’t ready for death, but if it came today, he would face it with his head held high and Alexander Lightwood’s name on his lips.

How did you jump off the cathedral roof and not die?" - Clary Fray

I beg your pardon again. Do you believe yourself to be a pianoforte?" - Magnus Bane, The Midnight Heir (The Bane Chronicles, 4) by Cassandra Clare and Sarah Rees Brennan

I don’t want the world. I want you.

I know warlocks and Shadowhunters are very different, and there is a divide between your worlds that can be hard to cross. But as someone once said to me, the right man will not care. You can build a bridge over the divide and find each other. You can build something much greater than either of you could ever have built on your own.

I know you have nothing to worry about. I wasn't in love with Mark. I'll never be in love with anyone again who isn't you.