But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.
Cassandra ClareThere was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.
Cassandra Clareshe glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.
Cassandra ClareI get the feeling you'd rather pine over someone you can never possibly be with than try being with someone you can.
Cassandra Clare