We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.
Cassandra ClareIs that what you are doing? Enduring? Surely an engaged woman should be happier.โ His light eyes raked her. โA heart divided against itself cannot stand, as they say. You love them both, and it tears you apart.
Cassandra ClareI hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.
Cassandra ClareThe blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same." "Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?" "He is bound to you," said the Queen. "But does he love you?
Cassandra ClareThe more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.
Cassandra ClareSophie has a gift," she said. "She has the Sight. She can see what others do not. In her old life she often wondered if she was mad. Now she knows that she is not mad but special. There, she was only a parlor maid, who would likely have lost her position once her looks had faded. Now she is a valued member of our household, a gifted girl with much to contribute.
Cassandra Clare