Cassandra Clare’s “City of Glass” Quotes (73 Quotes)

And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness-what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn't even know he was one?

How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people-to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?

Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn't talking about him, even when he knows they are.

She threw the door open. The room seemed to be a sort of library, the walls lined with books. It was brightly lit, light streaming through a tall picture window. In the middle of the room stood Jace. He wasn't alone, though-not by a long shot. There was a dark-haired girl with him, a girl Clary had never seen before, and the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace

When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn't believe it. Not just because I didn't want it to be true, but because you weren't anything like him. I've never thought you're anything like him. But you are. You are.

Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.

I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing

Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.

She wondered why she'd ever thought trusting someone who wore that much eyeliner was a good idea.

Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.

As if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

I love you and I'll love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I will love you then.

Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.

She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.

Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.

I only count the hours that shine.

Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time.

She'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.

You could have anything else in the world. and you asked for me.

Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.

I see that you are working this vampire angle with some success. And kudos. Lots of girls love that sensitive-undead thing. But I'd drop the whole musician angle if I were you. Vampire rock stars are played out, and besides, you can't possible be very good.

Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

Some Laws were meant to be broken.

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.

I think he's handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

That was the justice of Heaven. I trust that you are not dismayed.

You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-

But that was Isabelle - if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him

I think I gave Alec a complex about what kind of fighter he was, just because he wanted to live.

More than anything, she wanted to crawl across the bloody sand toward the place where Jace's body lay, crawl to him and lay down beside him and put her arms around him, even though he was gone.

The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.

You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.

Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.

If I'd just listened-just taken one second to listen-it wouldn't have happened

Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!

Crying wouldn't help anything now.

If you lay one hand on Simon, vampire, I'll have you chopped up into tiny pieces and fed to my cat. Understand?

Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?

The Law is hard, but it is the Law.

Dead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.

I'm a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown...brown is a manly color.

Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?

The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways

Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do,

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.