Clockwork Angel Quotes

He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him - she could read what was in his eyes, he realised. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it.“Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.'I have lost everything', Will thought. 'Everything.

~ Cassandra Clare

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

~ Cassandra Clare

Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”“I’m not sure a book has ever changed me,” said Will. “Well, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep—”“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,” said Tessa

~ Cassandra Clare

Words have the power to change us. - Tessa Gray

~ Cassandra Clare

So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.''Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired.

~ Cassandra Clare

I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said.'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

~ Cassandra Clare

There is more to living than not dying.

~ James Carstairs Cassandra Clare

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

~ Cassandra Clare

The virtue of angels is that they cannot deteriorate, their flaw is that they cannot improve. Man's flaw is that he can deteriorate, and his virtue is that he can improve.

~ Hasidic Saying