Cassandra Clare Faces Quotations

I did it because I love you!" he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look her face, he said in a more subdued voice, "I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know." He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. " I know," he said. "everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.

The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.

You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?

He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

The more beautiful the skin is, the more deadly it is. That's what Will's like. All that pretty face and whatnot just hides how twisted up and rotten he is on the inside.

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.

I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face." "Even more reason why I should go," said Will.

I am nothing if not gracious," Will said. His eyes searched Jem's face, that face as familiar to him as his own. "And determined. You will not leave me. Not while I live.

Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.

Will turned around slowly, wiping blood from his face. "You're glaring at me," he said to Magnus. "You look like Church before he bites someone.

trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.

He'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.

He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.

How can you tell? That I like books, I mean. The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me.