Shadowhunters Codex Quotes

My first album will be titled One Foot in Hell Already. ~ Cassandra Clare

NYC Institute has one. I'll show you sometime if you want.
It's a date.
It is maybe the least romantic spot in the Institute, by the way.
You'll make up for that, I'm sure.
(Jeez, get a locked room on unsanctified ground, you two.) ~ Cassandra Clare

Hey baby, guess where my warlock mark is?
Never works. Trust me. Never works. ~ Cassandra Clare

Tell me about mummies.
Mummies exist. The Egyptians mummified people. Mummies that get up out of their cursed tombs and walk around do not exist.
Do cursed tombs exist?
No. Sometimes you get a tomb guarded by a demon.
Zombies?
The voudun kind, yes - the braaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnsss kind, no.
Oh, oh, I've got one. What about a haunted car?
Do you count a demon-powered motorcycle?
No, like, the car talks back and tells you to kill people.
Then no. ~ Cassandra Clare

Here we attempt to answer those questions that arise most frequently.
YES, THAT IS WHAT 'FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS' MEANS, THANK YOU. ~ Cassandra Clare

Iron Sisters also badass at recycling! ~ Cassandra Clare

But that's what you're doing, isn't it? You're part of the fight just as much as the Shadowhunters on the ship - and I know you can take some of my strength, I've heard of warlocks doing that - so I'm offering. Take it. It's yours. ~ Cassandra Clare

Do you have her phone number?" Aline asked. "In case we get separated, or something? ~ Cassandra Clare

I thought: classic Jace. Never makes a mess when a total catastrophe will do. ~ Cassandra Clare

As happens in times of despair for the noble and true - so, never for me - an angel came. ~ Cassandra Clare

Shadowhunters," he said. "They get in your blood, under your skin. I've been with vampires, werewolves, faeries, warlocks like me - and humans, so many fragile humans. But I always told myself I wouldn't give my heart to a Shadowhunter. I've so nearly loved them, been charmed by them - generations of them, sometimes: Edmund and Will and James and Lucie ... the ones I saved and the ones I couldn't." His voice choked off for a second, and Luke, staring in amazement, realized that this was the most of Magnus Bane's real, true emotions that he had ever seen. "And Clary, too, I loved, for I watched her grow up. But I've never been in love with a Shadowhunter, not until Alec. For they have the blood of angels in them, and the love of angels is a high and holy thing. ~ Cassandra Clare

A sense of hopelessness had invaded his bones, as chill and as inescapable as the rain. ~ Cassandra Clare

All that darkness, and all that pain, and Magnus was somehow still a blazing riot of life and color, a source of joy for everyone around him. ~ Cassandra Clare

We are Shadowhunters. We do not wait to be saved by others. We save ourselves. ~ Cassandra Clare

Once, I lived among the Shadowhunters," Tessa said softly. "Once I might almost have seemed like a person to you."

Jocelyn looked lost, in the way that people did when they learned something so strange that the whole world seemed unfamiliar. ~ Cassandra Clare

Alec, with his heartbreaking contradictions, shy and brave, relentless and tender. Alec's midnight-blue eyes, and the look on his face when they had their first kiss. And their last. ~ Cassandra Clare

Everyone knows Valentine's son."
"I know, but - when Emma saw you, she acted like you were her celebrity crush.
Like you were on the cover of Shadowhunters Weekly every month."
"You know, when they asked me to pose, they said it would be tasteful ... "
"As long as you were holding a strategically placed seraph blade, I don't see the problem," Clary said, and Jace laughed, a cut-off sound that indicated that she had surprised the amusement out of him. ~ Cassandra Clare

Don't you think 'Mark is kind of a weird name for a Shadowhunter?" Julian was saying as Emma approached. "I mean, if you really think about it. It's confusing. 'Put a Mark on me, Mark. ~ Cassandra Clare

Sophie, what will you do to help Josh,to save him, to bring him back?" Tsagaglalal asked.
"Anything. Everything." Perenelle leaned forward to place both forearms on the table. Her hands were tightly locked together, knuckles white with tension. "And Sophie, what do you think I will do to help my husband?"
"Anything," Sophie said again. "Everything."
"We will do anything-everything-to help those we love. That is what seperates the humani from the Next Generation of the Elders or those who came before them. That is what makes us human.That is why the race thrives; it is why the race will always survive."
"But that type of love requires sacrifice," Tsagaglalal said slowly.
"Sometimes extraordinary sacrifices..."
The old woman's gray eyes suddenly swam with huge tears.
And Sophie had a flickering memory of a woman-younger, so much younger, but with the same high cheekbones and gray eyes of Tsagaglalal-turning away from a tall golden statue. The woman stopped and looked back, and Sophie discovered that the statue's bright gray eyes were alive and were following the woman. Then Tsagaglalal turned and raced down endless glass stairs. She was clutching a book in both hands: the Codex. And her tears dripped onto the metal surface. ~ Michael Scott

Attacking is what demons usually do, If it was after me specifically, I assume it was jealous of my style and charm. ~ Cassandra Clare

He let the shirt fall and grabbed a Tupperware container of cookies out of the fridge. Maybe he could frustrate the Shadowhunters by refusing to work out and sitting around eating carbs. I defy you, Shadowhunters, he thought, thumbing the top off the container and popping a cookie in his mouth. I mock you with my sugar cravings. ~ Cassandra Clare

There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul. ~ Cassandra Clare

The moon came out from behind the cloud then, just as the door behind Kit and Ty flew open, and the Shadowhunters poured out. Several of the Centurions carried witchlights: The night lit up, and Kit saw the things coming up the road, spilling onto the grass. They clamored toward the Institute, and on the porch the Shadowhunters raised their weapons. ~ Cassandra Clare

I've realized - I don't need to change. And neither do you, Helen, or you, Aline. It's the world that needs to change, and we're going to be the ones to change it. ~ Cassandra Clare

I am not a charity case, and I am not a Shadowhunter any longer. I want nothing more to do with the Shadowhunters. I want to be someone else. I want to raise my daughter to be someone else, not bound to the Clave or led astray by anybody. I want her to be braver than I was, stronger than I was, and to let nobody decide her fate but herself. ~ Cassandra Clare

He wasn't ready for death, but if it came today, he would face it with his head held high and Alexander Lightwood's name on his lips. ~ Cassandra Clare

In all Gabriel's life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the
horror on his brother's face as Sophie's good opinion of him shattered before his eyes. ~ Cassandra Clare

So, Jessamine," said Lucie. "Can ghosts lie?"
"Certainly not!" Jessamine looked shifty. "Ghosts are completely honest. I keep telling you, it was mice who knocked your silver mirror behind the desk and broke it."
"It appears clear that if ghosts are liars, they are terrible liars," said James.
Matthew sighed. "It is very strange to see you conversing with the invisible."
"Humph," said Jessamine. She wobbled a bit and firmed up, her outlines clearing as she drifted down toward the floor. Shadowhunters, having the Sight, could generally see ghosts who wanted to be seen, but Lucie knew it was an effort for Jessamine to make herself visible to all eyes.
"Oh!" said Cordelia. "It's very nice to meet you, Jessamine. Lucie speaks of you often."
Jessamine beamed.
"You are a very attractive ghost," said Matthew, tapping his ringed fingers against his chest. "I do hope Lucie and James have mentioned as much."
"They have not," Jessamine noted.
"Very remiss," said Matthew, his eyes sparkling.
"You are not at all like Henry," said Jessamine, eyeing Matthew speculatively. "He was forever setting things on fire, and not a compliment to be heard."
"Jessamine," Lucie said. "This is important! Do tell us, can ghosts lie? Not you, of course, my dear."
"Ghosts can lie," Jessamine conceded. ~ Cassandra Clare

He and Jia occasionally made cutting remarks about various Clave members to each other in Mandarin. She was a nice lady. ~ Cassandra Clare

The easiest part of the writing process is whichever part I'm not currently doing. ~ Scott Tracey

London was one of the few Institutes that hadn't emptied yet. Apparently Sebastian and his forces tried to attack. They were rebuffed by some kind of protection spell, something even the Council didn't know about. Something that warned the Shadowhunters what was coming and led them to safety.'
'A ghost,' Magnus said. A smile hovered around his mouth. 'A spirit, sworn to protect the place. She's been there for a hundred and thirty years.'
'She?' Jocelyn said, leaning back against a dusty wall. 'A ghost? Really? What was her name?'
'You would recognize her last name, if I told it to you, but she wouldn't like that.' Magnus's gaze was faraway. 'I hope this means she's found peace. ~ Cassandra Clare

Will looked at his sister. "And you don't care about being a Shadowhunter. How is this: I shall write a letter and give it to you if you promise to deliver it home yourself - and not to return."

Cecily recoiled; she had many memories of shouting matches with Will, of the china dolls she had owned that he had broken by dropping them out an attic window; but there was also kindness in her memories: the brother who had bandaged up a cut knee, or retied her hair ribbons when they came loose. That kindness was absent from the Will who stood before her now. Her mother had used to cry for the first year or two after Will went; she had said, in Welsh, holding Cecily to her, that they - the Shadowhunters - would "take all the love out of him." A cold, unloving people, she had told Cecily, who had forbidden her marriage to her husband. What could he want with them, her Will, her little one?

"I will not go," Cecily said, staring her brother down. "And if you insist that I must, I will - I will - "

The door of the attic slid open and Jem stood silhouetted in the doorway… ~ Cassandra Clare

As Shadowhunters, they had all seen wonders, but there was something distinctly Faerie about this kind of magic: It seemed to take place in the interstices of the normal world, between light and shadow, between one minute and another. As Nephilim they existed in their own space. This was Between, ~ Cassandra Clare

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland ~ Cassandra Clare

Magnus thought once again of the blue-eyed man standing in his parlor. Then he lit a match and burned the note. ~ Cassandra Clare

I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers. ~ Cassandra Clare

(Raphael) "I know why you refuse me, Daylighter, and it is not out of some pretended sense of rejection. You are so involved with the Shadowhunters, you think you are one of them. We have seen you with them. Instead of spending your nights in the hunt, as you should, you spend them with Valentine's daughter. You live with a werewolf. You are a disgrace."
(Simon) "Do you act like this with every job interview? ~ Cassandra Clare

Nephilim were guarded, Nephilim were arrogant, Nephilim were to be avoided. Even the Shadowhunters Magnus had met and liked had been, every one, a trouble sundae with dark secret cherries on top. ~ Cassandra Clare

Alec reached out and touched Marcy's back, rubbing it gently as if this werewolf stranger was his own sister.
"She's fine," he said. "You didn't - I know you didn't want to hurt her, that you didn't want to hurt anyone. You can't help being what you are. You're going to figure it all out."
[....]
"That was nice, what you said to her," said Magnus, when the crowd had completely hidden Marcy and Adrienne from their sight.
"Uh . . . it was nothing," said Alec, shifting and looking embarrassed. The Shadowhunters did not see much to approve of in kindness, Magnus supposed. "I mean, that's what we're here for, aren't we? Shadowhunters, I mean. We have to help anyone who needs help. We have to protect people."
The Nephilim Magnus had known had seemed to believe the Downworlders were created to help them, and to be disposed of if they didn't help enough.
Magnus looked at Alec. ~ Cassandra Clare

Isabelle had been trained to wake up early every morning, rain or shine, and a slight hangover did nothing to prevent it from happening again. She sat up slowly and blinked down at Simon. She'd never spent and entire night in a bed with anyone else, unless you counted crawling into her parents bed when she was four and afraid of thunderstorms. She couldn't help staring at Simon as if he were some exotic species of animal. He lay on his back, his mouth slightly open, his hair in his eyes. Ordinary brown hair, ordinary brown eyes. His t-shirt was pulled up slightly. He wasn't muscular like a shadowhunter. He had a smooth flat stomach but no six-pack, and there was still a hint of softness to his face. What was it about him that fascinated her? He was plenty cute, but she had dated gorgeous faerie knights, sexy shadowhunters ...
"Isabelle," Simon said without opening his eyes. "Quit staring at me. ~ Cassandra Clare

I am in the U.K. for inspiration because I'm doing a follow on series to 'The Infernal Devices,' called 'The Last Hours.' It's a re-telling of 'Great Expectations' with 'Shadowhunters' ... because why not! It's set in 1903, so I'm doing a lot of locational research. ~ Cassandra Clare

Like you were on the cover of Shadowhunters Weekly every month. ~ Cassandra Clare

How did you jump off the cathedral roof and not die?" - Clary Fray ~ Cassandra Clare

Shadowhunters are slow to love but once we love, we love forever. ~ Cassandra Clare

Well," she said. "I was happy for fiffty-five years. That's more than
most people get. Now there's the clan to look after, like Raphael would've
wanted. The night we knew he was gone, and every night since, I watch
my vampires in the home he guarded. I watch the mundanes in the
streets he loved. Every one of them looks like a child I should help, a
possibility for a future I wasn't able to imagine. Every one of them seems
precious, worth defending, worth the world. Every one of them is
Raphael. ~ Cassandra Clare

Alec furrowed his brow. "So you're scrapbooking?" Magnus made a face. "To the lay observer, what I'm doing might look similar, yes. ~ Cassandra Clare

To make a true choice, we must have true knowledge. ~ Cassandra Clare

Those who cannot love do not understand it ~ Cassandra Clare

You seem lost in thought," Magnus remarked. "Are you considering how glamorous and romantic your boyfriend is?" "I'm considering," said Alec, "how to protect you if we crash the balloon into a chimney. ~ Cassandra Clare

Got caught in the rain, I see," - Isabelle Lightwood ~ Cassandra Clare

I simply cannot see why one would wish to picnic in the nude. There would be ants in dreadful places. ~ Cassandra Clare

Magnus said, in a low voice, "And what's that one?" Alec answered, "Stamina." Magnus stared. "Are you serious?" Alec began to grin. "Yeah." "Really, though," Magnus said. "I want to be clear on this. You're not just saying that to be sexy?" "No," Alec answered, his voice husky, and swallowed. "But I'm glad if it is. ~ Cassandra Clare

He is a Shadowhunter," said Jocelyn. "His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant."
"He's my friend," said Magnus coldly. "His loyalty is to me. ~ Cassandra Clare

So the librarians at UCLA worked very hard to find another copy of Villacorta's rendition of the Dresden Codex, and lent it to me. ~ Richard Feynman