Clary Fray Quotes

“She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.”
― Cassandra Clare

“Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped bare, their leafless branches making lace-like patterns against the bright sky.
Sometimes Jace would slow the horse to point out the manor houses of the richer Shadowhunter families, hidden from the road when the trees were full but revealed now. She felt his shoulders tense as they passed one that nearly melded with the forest around it: it had clearly been burned and rebuilt. Some of the stones still bore the black marks of smoke and fire. “The Blackthorn manor,” he said. “Which means that around this bend in the road is …” He paused as Wayfarer summited a small hill, and reined him in so they could look down to where the road split in two. One direction led back toward Alicante — Clary could see the demon towers in the distance — while the other curled down toward a large building of mellow golden stone, surrounded by a low wall. “ … the Herondale manor,” Jace finished.
The wind picked up; icy, it ruffled Jace’s hair. Clary had her hood up, but he was bare-headed and bare-handed, having said he hated wearing gloves when horseback riding. He liked to feel the reins in his hands. “Did you want to go and look at it?” she asked.
His breath came out in a white cloud. “I’m not sure.”
― cassandra clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“He cleared his throat.
“You know this means that what we did what we almost did in Paris...”
“Going to the Eiffel Tower?”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
“You never let me off the hook for a single minute, do you? Never mind. It’s one of the things I love about you. Anyway, that other thing we almost did in Paris, that’s probably off the table for a while. Unless you want that whole baby-I’m-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal.”
“No kissing?”
“Well, kissing, probably. But as for the rest of it…”
She brushed her cheek lightly against his. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.”
“Of course it’s not okay with me. I’m a teenage boy. As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“And when Jace was ten years old, Valentine killed him. Michael,
I mean."
"That sounds like something he would do," said Luke. His tone was neutral, but there was something in his voice that made Clary look at him sideways. Did he not believe her?
"Jace saw him die, " she added, as if to bolster her claim.
"That's awful," said Luke. "Poor messed-up kid.”
― Cassandra Clare

“Sorry. Was it awful?”
“Being a rat? No. First it was disorienting. I was suddenly at ankle-level with everyone. I thought I'd drunk a shrinking potion, but I couldn't figure out why I had this urge to chew used gum wrappers.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
"Traded him for Alec," Clary said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“I got lost in the crowd.”
“I noticed,” he said.
“One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?”
“Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“What about you, little girl? You going to be a Shadowhunter like your dad?"
Clary tried to hide her annoyance. "No," she said. "I'm going to be a Shadowhunter, but I'm not going to be like my father. And my name's Clarissa, but you can call me Clary."
The elevator came to a stop; the doors slid open. The warlock woman's blue eyes rested on Clary for a moment. "Oh, I know your name," she said. "Clarissa Morgenstern. Little girl who stopped a big war.”
― cassandra clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“He was staring straight ahead, still breathing hard.
“I have something I want to give you.”
“I gathered that.”
At that he jerked his gaze back to hers and almost reluctantly grinned.
“Not that.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Cazadores de Sombras: se les ve mejor el negro que a las viudas de sus enemigos dede 1234.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones

“You said there was nothing in the world you wanted" The Queen's eyes glittered. "When you imagine your life without him, do you still feel the same?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Belatedly, Clary recalled something. "I thought you guys said only some of the vampire bikes could fly?"...[Jace:]"Only some of them can!" "How did you know this was one of them?" "I didn't!" he shouted gleefully...”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret.

“ I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets, “ Simon said, then looked anxious. “ Wait a second. Do you think that„s likely to be required?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and will fight with me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“He is a demon, Clarissa,” said Valentine, still in the same soft voice. “A demon with a man’s face. I know how deceptive such monsters can be. Remember, I spared him once myself.”
“Monster?” echoed Clary. She thought of Luke, Luke pushing her on the swings when she was five years old, higher, always higher; Luke at her graduation from middle school, camera clicking away like a proud father’s; Luke sorting through each box of books as it arrived at his store, looking for anything she might like and putting it aside. Luke lifting her up to pull apples down from the trees near his farmhouse. Luke, whose place as her father this man was trying to take. “Luke isn’t a monster,” she said in a voice that matched Valentine’s, steel for steel. “Or a murderer. You are.”
“Clary!” It was Jace.
Clary ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her father’s cold black ones. “You murdered your wife’s parents, not in battle but in cold blood,” she said. “And I bet you murdered Michael Wayland and his little boy, too. Threw their bones in with my grandparents’ so that my mother would think you and Jace were dead. Put your necklace around Michael Wayland’s neck before you burned him so everyone would think those bones were yours. After all your talk about the untainted blood of the Clave — you didn’t care at all about their blood or their innocence when you killed them, did you? Slaughtering old people and children in cold blood, that’s monstrous.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Clary was trying not to think about the fact that it had been three days since she'd seen Magnus, and he'd sent no word at all. Or the fact that there was really nothing stopping him from taking the Book of the White and disappearing into the ether, never to be heard from again. She wondered why she'd ever thought trusting who wore that much eye-liner was a good idea.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"
"The other ten percent,” she said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“Llegaste a mi vida y de repente tuve una verdad a la que aferrarme: que yo te amaba y tú me amabas.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one;
all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“They both believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“He had to think he was Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michael’s account that they loved him, not mine.”
“Maybe they loved him on his own account,” said Clary.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“It's her ability as an artist to see possibility where others see a blank page and, by extension, to see victory where others see certain defeat that truly empowers her...”
― Sarah Cross, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader

“Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“But Clary's a hero at heart- and that means she'll find a way to be the hero she needs to be, to look beyond the skills she doesn't have and draw on the skills she does have to ultimately save the day.”
― Sarah Cross, Shadowhunters and Downworlders: A Mortal Instruments Reader