Cassandra Clare: Frasi in inglese (pagina 26)

“There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”

“It's Simon, he's missing."


Ahh." said Magnus delicately "Missing what exactly?"


Missing!" Jace repeated "As in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared”

“I hate Brooklyn.”

“And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.”

“He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.”

“He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it… because it wore the face of a friend.”

“I grew on you, though," Jace stated confidently. "Eventually," Alec agreed. "Like moss, or a skin disease.”

“There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.”

“Would you?” said Gabriel to Will, hotly. “If it was your family?” His lip curled. “Never mind. It’s not as if you know the meaning of loyalty —”
“Gabriel.” Gideon’s voice was a reprimand to his brother. “Do not speak to Will in that manner.”

“Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.”

“We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!”

“I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right hand and give it to someone as a Valentine's Day gift."
Gross," said Clary. "Must you?"
Simon grinned. "I must.”

“Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..”

“There is that. I might have better luck telling him I’m in love with him. Jace thinks everyone’s in love with him anyway.”
“But I,” said Clary, “actually am.”

“His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.”

“I've never asked, but I'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery.”

“Magnus glared at him out of gold-green eyes. “If I wanted to lie on a couch and
complain to someone about my parents, I’d hire a psychiatrist.”
“Ah,” said Jace. “But my services are free.”
“I heard that about you.”

“Choosing love or war: both are brave choices, in their own ways.”

“You'd think the Angel would have been foresighted enough to give us a birth-control rune, but no dice.”