Cassandra Clare: Frasi in inglese (pagina 27)

“I love you, Julian Blackthorn. I love you more than starlight.”

“Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.”

“I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.”

“Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while. Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal”

“Caliph Vathek and his dark horde
Are bound for Hell, you won’t be bored!
Your faith in me will be restored—
Unless this token you find untoward
And my poor gift you have ignored.”

“You'll fix me, because we're parabatai. We're forever.”

“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.”

“"

"What does it mean?"

"It means that you are beautiful.”

“I never said that. I just didn't correct you when you were, you know, wrong. Anyway, I just saved you from being burned to death, so I figure you're not allowed to be mad." -Jace”

“When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.”

“Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.”

“The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.”

“I have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,' said Will. 'It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.”

“Who's there?' he called, then frowned. 'Of course,' he added, addressing the darkness all around, 'even I, as a Shadowhunter, have seen enough movies to know that anyone who yells 'Who's there?”

“My eyes are usually described as golden… and luminous.”

“I have lost everything. Lost everything.
Everything. - William Herondale”

“That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?"
"There is only one girl I care to make swoon," he said. "The question is, does she?"
She smiled at him. "She does.”

“So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears.
'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.”

“Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”