Clockwork Angel Quotes

A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another. ~ Cassandra Clare

Tessa could not remember a time when she had not loved the clockwork angel. ~ Cassandra Clare

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made ~ Cassandra Clare

As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at - it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed.
Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly.
"He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed."
"No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver."
Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic. ~ Cassandra Clare

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead. ~ Cassandra Clare

Nice work in their, Herondale, setting the place on fire," Gabriel observed. "Good thing we were there to clean up after you, or the whole plan would have gone down in flames, along with the shreds of your reputation."
"Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing somethin wrong. Or no doing something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas!" We must away from here at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship."
Thomas snorted and muttered somethin that sounded like "bosh", which Will ignored.
Gabriel's face darkened. "Is there anything that isn't a joke to you?"
Nothing that comes to mind."
"You know," Gabriel said, "there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will"
"There was a time I thought I was a ferret," Will said, "but it turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that effect? Becausen I didn't. ~ Cassandra Clare

There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it. ~ Cassandra Clare

Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead."
"Or she's a woman of good taste and sense. ~ Cassandra Clare

Will? Will, is that you? ~ Cassandra Clare

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood. ~ Cassandra Clare

There was a time I thought I was a ferret. ~ Cassandra Clare

The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long. ~ Cassandra Clare

But I will never have a bride. ~ Cassandra Clare

Her whole body ached; she ached, as if there were a terrible hollow emptiness inside her. ~ Cassandra Clare

I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours. ~ Cassandra Clare

Well, I don't want you to die," Tessa said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly
I've just met you
but I don't want you to die."
"And I trust you," he said. "I don't know why
I've just met you
but I do. ~ Cassandra Clare

I know you feel inhuman, and as if you are set apart, away from life and love, but ... I promise you, the right man won't care. ~ Cassandra Clare

He had lost Will Herondale. And he did not know if he could ever get him back. ~ Cassandra Clare

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
"But you are not a lady, Jessamine
," Charlotte began.
"Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion. ~ Cassandra Clare

He was all silver and ashes, not like Will's strong colors of blue and black and gold. ~ Cassandra Clare

When to people tell the same lie ... "
"They are working together," Will finished ~ Cassandra Clare

Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them. ~ Cassandra Clare

Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do. ~ Cassandra Clare

Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."
He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship. ~ Cassandra Clare

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things. ~ Cassandra Clare

I have lost everything. Lost everything.
Everything. - William Herondale ~ Cassandra Clare

Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ... "
Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis."
"Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs. ~ Cassandra Clare

Will bounded up onto one of the ladders and yanked a book off the shelf. "I'll find you something else to read. Catch." He had let it fall without looking and Tessa had to dart forward to seize it before it hit the floor. - Clockwork Angel ~ Cassandra Clare

So you're a Shadowhunter,' Nate said. 'De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.'
'Was that before or after he tried to eat you?' Will inquired. ~ Cassandra Clare

Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance."
"I have a red and blue striped waistcoat," Henry interjected, reaching for the peas.
"And if that isn't proof that those two colors should never be seen together under Heaven, I don't know what is. ~ Cassandra Clare

Will told me you came from very far away. Where did you live before?'
'Shanghai,' Jem said. 'You know where that is?'
'Chine,' said Tessa with some indignation. 'Doesn't everyone know that?'
Jem grinned. 'You'd be surprised. ~ Cassandra Clare

Words have the power to change us." - Tessa Gray ~ Cassandra Clare

I can't really even name a person I like in hip-hop music. ~ Angel Haze

There is no God. There's no heaven. There's no hell. There are no angels. When you die, you go in the ground, the worms eat you. ~ Madalyn Murray O'Hair

Some people may say he's autistic," I said. "Others may say he's an angel," Liv said. I nodded. "That too." ~ Natasha Boyd

It is not lies or a lack of loyalty that ends a relationship. It is the agonizing truth that one person feels in their heart on a daily basis. It is realizing that you are coping and not living. It is the false belief that there is a verse, quote, phrase or talk that will magically make you feel content, complete or not care. However, it doesn't last longer than a few days, before your mind and heart goes back to what it wants. It is the moment you realize that you left without ever leaving. It is the moment you realize that fear, shame or guilt is the only thing standing in the way of the life God meant for you to live. ~ Shannon L. Alder

I thought to do something good by giving an interview to People, which was exceedingly foolish of me. I asked Aaron [Asher] to tell you that the Good Intentions Paving Company had fucked up again. The young interviewer turned my opinions inside out, cut out the praises and made it all sound like disavowal, denunciation and excommunication. Well, we're both used to this kind of thing, and beyond shock. In agreeing to take the call, and make a statement I was simply muddle-headed. But if I had been interviewed by an angel for the Seraphim and Cherubim Weekly I'd have said, as I actually did say to the crooked little slut, that you were one of our very best and most interesting writers. I would have added that I was greatly stimulated and entertained by your last novel, and that of course after three decades I understood perfectly well what you were saying about the writer's trade - how could I not understand, or miss suffering the same pains. Still our diagrams are different, and the briefest description of the differences would be that you seem to have accepted the Freudian explanation: A writer is motivated by his desire for fame, money and sexual opportunities. Whereas I have never taken this trinity of motives seriously. But this is an explanatory note and I don't intend to make a rabbinic occasion of it. Please accept my regrets and apologies, also my best wishes. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the journalists; we can only hope that they will die off as the dee ~ Saul Bellow

Man is the poet who kills, Woman the angel who eats. ~ Greg Bear

It is the veiled angel of sorrow who plucks away one thing and another that bound us here in ease and security, and, in the vanishing of these dear objects, indicates the true home of our affections and our peace. ~ Edwin Hubbel Chapin

then came a virus like an avenging angel, unsurvivable, a microbe that reduced the population of the fallen world by, what? There were no more statisticians by then, my angels, but shall we say ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent? ~ Emily St. John Mandel

The smile of an angel that had my heart sprouting wings. ~ Aria Cole

She was the angel. My guardian angel disguised as the fucking grim reaper. ~ Mary Martel

Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it. ~ St. Jerome

Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long. ~ Rose Fyleman

My television teaches me that everything was wonderful in the Soviet Union. According to the programs I watch, the KGB and apparatchiks were angels, and the Stalin era was so festive that the heroes of the day must still be celebrated today. ~ Vladimir Sorokin

And what is an angel
but a ghost in drag? ~ Stan Rice

I'm more of a paranormal romance kind of girl. Sad ... I know, but if a girl and a fallen angel can fall in love? I guess that gives a girl hope.
Or at least a few hours of quality entertainment. ~ Nyrae Dawn

Let me give you a definition in brief. Your endowment is, to receive all those ordinances in the house of the Lord, which are necessary for you, after you have departed this life, to enable you to walk back to the presence of the Father, passing the angels who stand as sentinels, being enabled to give them the key words, the signs and tokens, pertaining to the holy Priesthood, and gain your eternal exaltation in spite of earth and hell ~ Brigham Young

There are people who walk this Earth who truly belong in Hell. Sometimes, we have to move 'em along a little… point the way." --Vernon Kraft, Avenging Angel from The Ragtime Coven ~ Bruce Jenvey

People who say you are ugly, may be true, because to them, you look like a monster. People who say you are beautiful, may also be true, because to them, you look like an angel. ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

London

The Institute

Year of Our Lord 1878


"Mother, Father, my chwaer fach,

It's my seventeenth birthday today. I know that to write to you is to break the law, I know that I will likely tear this letter into pieces when it is finished. As I have done on all my birthdays past since I was twelve. But I write anyway, to commemorate the occasion - the way some make yearly pilgrimages to a grave, to remember the death of a loved one. For are we not dead to each other?

I wonder if when you woke this morning you remembered that today, seventeen years ago, you had a son? I wonder if you think of me and imagine my life here in the Institute in London? I doubt you could imagine it. It is so very different from our house surrounded by mountains, and the great clear blue sky and the endless green. Here, everything is black and gray and brown, and the sunsets are painted in smoke and blood. I wonder if you worry that I am lonely or, as Mother always used to, that I am cold, that I have gone out into the rain again without a hat? No one here worries about those details. There are so many things that could kill us at any moment; catching a chill hardly seems important.

I wonder if you knew that I could hear you that day you came for me, when I was twelve. I crawled under the bed to block out the sound of you crying my name, but I heard you. I heard mother call for her fach, her little one. I bit my hands until they bl ~ Cassandra Clare

But it sometimes happens that the Angel of Forgetfulness himself forgets to remove from our memories the records of the former world and then our senses are haunted by fragmentary recollections of another life. They drift like torn clouds above the hills and valleys of our mind and weave themselves in the incidents of our current existence. ~ Sholem Asch The Nazarene

Thankfulness is the tune of angels. ~ Edmund Spenser

Smells are the fallen angels of the senses. ~ Helen Keller

Some men can be very rude. On the other hand, some clients are absolute angels. One john always brought me a gift every time he came to see me. He brought me a pearl necklace, a ring, a bra or something. But eventually, as much as I really loved all the gifts, he fell in love with me, and he tried to weasel his way into my life. It was too much and I sort of had to 'break up with him. ~ Annie Sprinkle

But this Christ or Redeemer took not upon him the nature of angels, but the seed of Abraham, that is, human nature, that in the nature which sinned he might make the expiation required. ~ Adam Clarke

His beauty did not blaze like Will's did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky. ~ Cassandra Clare

I am a very emotional person. ~ Criss Angel

Well, believe it Angel because it's the truth. You're all I want or need at the moment. ~ Katie Ashley

Xas was whiteskinned, smooth. Even his mouth was pale, more blurred than coloured, like a wine stain wiped on the mouth of a statue. But Xas was no statue. Sobran could see his blood moving, a vein in the angel's neck that pulsed, and with each pulse variations of brightness in his skin, like cloud shadows passing across a wheat field, each pass of light a surprise. Where his skin was worked, the calluses on his hands, it was the same fleshy rose as the nipples of a darkhaired girl who has never suckled a child. ~ Elizabeth Knox

I will admit that I wanted to shout for standing on the top of a scaffold in front of a good new wall always goes to my head. It is a sensation something between that of an angel let out of his cage into a new sky and a drunkard turned loose in a royal cellar.
And after all, what nobler elevation could you find in this world than the scaffold of a wall painter? No admiral on the bridge of a new battleship designed by the old navy, could feel more pleased with himself than Gulley, on two planks, forty feet above dirt level, with his palette table beside him, his brush in his hand, and the draught blowing up his trousers; cleared for action. ~ Joyce Cary

And the thing about love," Wally said to Angel, "is that you can't force anyone. It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you have to let everything happen to them. You can't interfere with people you love any more than you're supposed interfere with people you don't even know. And that's hard," he added, "because you often feel like interfering - you want to be the one who makes the plans.
"It's hard to want to protect someone else, and not be able to," Angel pointed out.
"You can't protect people, kiddo," Wally said. "All you can do is love them. ~ John Irving

Unbelief does nothing but darken and destroy. It makes the world a moral desert, where no divine footsteps are heard, where no angels ascend and descend, where no living hand adorns the fields, feeds the birds of heaven, or regulates events. ~ Friedrich Wilhelm Krummacher

Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel. ~ Voltaire

The miracle of Good Friday is that there was no miracle. Legions of angels stood - with swords sheathed - watching as the Son took our place. ~ Mark Hart

Holy Angels, our advocates, our brothers, our counselors, our defenders, our enlighteners, our friends, our guides, our helpers, our intercessors - Pray for us. ~ Mother Teresa