48 Quotes About Clary

The morning star isn't a stat," Clary said grumpily. It's a planet. I learned that in astronomy class.""Mundane education is regrettably prosaic," said Jace.

I wish you'd stop desperately trying to get my attention like this," he said. "It's become embarrassing.""Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt," she told him."I can't help it. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain.

Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?

NYC Institute has one. I'll show you sometime if you want.It's a date.It is maybe the least romantic spot in the Institute, by the way.You'll make up for that, I'm sure.(Jeez, get a locked room on unsanctified ground, you two.)

I've got plenty.” Isabelle smiled, kicking her feet up so that her anklets jingled like Christmas bells. "These, for instance. The left one is gold, which is poisonous to demons, and the right one is blessed iron, in case I run across any unfriendly vampires or even faeries, faeries hate iron. They both have strength runes carved into them, so I can pack a hell of a kick. ""Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.

That was vampires for you: always going for the jugular, both literally and metaphorically. They were messing up his love life as well as being inconsiderate party guests who had got blood in Magnus’s stereo system at his last party and turned Clary’s idiot friend Stanley into a rat, which was just bad manners.

You're pining," said Jace.Alec shrugged. "Look who's talking. 'oh I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why—