Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare
Judith Rumelt, better known by her pen name Cassandra Clare, is an American author of young adult fiction, best known for her bestselling series The Mortal Instruments...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth27 July 1973
CityTehran, Iran
CountryUnited States of America
men beverages gone
I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
heart thinking emotion
Women do not think with logic and discretion but with emotions of the heart
regret emotion agree
Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?
heart doe gone
I am glad,” he said. “They will be able to take care of each other when I am gone, or at least I can hope for it. He says she does not love him, but—surely she will come to love him in time. Will is easy to love, and he has given her his whole heart. I can see it. I hope she will not break it.
memories stupid voice
Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.
love sweet attention
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
sweet years cooking
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.
book love-at-first-sight honest
It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
past matter
I just don't see why the past has to matter.
girl mean rocks
I have something for you," he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots. "Huh," said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. "You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock.
thinking hands half
Tessa was only half way down the corridor when they caught up to her -Will and Jem, walking on either side of her. "you didn't really think we weren't going to come along, did you?" Will asked, raising his hand and letting his witchlight fare up between his fingers, lighting the corridor to daylight brightness. Charlotte, hurrying along ahead of them, turned and frowned, but said nothing. "I know you can't leave anything well alone," Tessa replied, looking straight ahead. "But I though better of Jem." "Where Will goes, I go," Jem said good-naturedly. "And besides, I'm as curious as he is.
running offering blood
He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?" Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?" "A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly." "Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?" "It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.
mean thinking doe
Does that mean you agree?" He groaned. "I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down." "Fantastic.
men hair spiders
You are Spider-Man!” she exclaimed. Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. “That makes you Mary Jane. She has red hair,