227 Quotes About Jace-wayland

It was like he was always half-awake where other people were concerned. And then we met you, and he woke up."— Isabelle to Clary, City of Glass

She saw Luke, standing atop a pile of bones. Jace with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back, Isabelle sitting naked with her whip curled around her like a net of gold rings, Simon with crosses burned into the palms of his hands. Angels, falling and burning. Falling out of the sky.

What were you dreaming about?""You." He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger. "I always dream about you.""Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare."He tipped his head back to look at her. "Sometimes I dream you're gone," he said. "I keep wondering when you'll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.

Why did you ask me to live with you? Werewolves hate vampires.”“I don’t,” said Kyle.” I’m not too fond of their kind, though.” He jabbed a finger at Jace. “They think they’re better than everyone else.”“No,” said Jace. “I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.”Kyle looked at Simon. “Does he always talk like this?”“Yes.

I was following you.' - Jace'Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.' - Simon

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

I don’t think so,” Clary said. “I think maybe she reminded me of you.”“Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails?

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

But how do they get inside?""They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building.[...]"We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out."No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter." He started across the street toward the hotel."Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him."Right now everything sounds like more fun.