Tobias Herondale Quotes

Tobias loved her more than he'd loved anything - his family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true. ~ Cassandra Clare

Like all Herondales, his ability to love without measure, without end, was both his great gift and his great curse. ~ Cassandra Clare

This guy is a monster, Mike." "Yeah he is, but he looks like anyone. He can fit in, and he knows how to talk to people. He's not the standard profile of the shy boy killer. He's not afraid to talk to women." "So he's not Norman Bates," Julia said. ~ Tobias Kloner

Wherever we are, we are as one ~ Cassandra Clare

Without pandering to your presumed desire to identify with the hero of a story, they made you feel that what mattered to the writer had consequence for you, too. ~ Tobias Wolff

You are a great deal of trouble, Jace Herondale ~ Cassandra Clare

You know that feeling," she said, "when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside. ~ Cassandra Clare

Magnus thought of James Herondale, burning up with too much light, too much love,too much, too much- while the boy in the portrait was as lovely as a dying poet, with the fragile beauty of a candle about to gutter out. ~ Cassandra Clare

The noise of horns and radios and shouted insults was part of the soundtrack of the capital (Hard-boiled P.I. Casta, on Rome, Italy) ~ Tobias Jones

I want to be brave, and selfless, and smart, and kind, and honest. ~ Veronica Roth

Changing your name, it doesn't change your nature. Look at Sebastian - Jonathan. Calling himself Sebastian didn't make any difference in the end. I wanted to spurn the Herondale name because I thought I hated my father, but I don't hate him. He might have been weak and have made the wrong decisions, but he knew it. There's no reason for me to hate him. And there have been generations of Herondales before him - it's a family that's done a lot of good - and to let their whole house fall just to get back at my father would be a waste. ~ Cassandra Clare

It is always better to live the truth than to live a lie. And that lie would have kept him alone forever. He may have had nearly nothing for 5 years, but now he can have everything. A boy who looks like that ... Magnus. ~ Cassandra Clare

And in my heart I despised the life I led in Seattle. I was sick of it and had no idea how to change it. I thought that in Chinook, away from Taylor and Silver, away from Marian, away from people who had already made up their minds about me, I could be different. I could introduce myself as a scholar-athlete, a boy of dignity and consequence, and without any reason to doubt me people would believe I was that boy, and thus allow me to be that boy. I recognized no obstacle to miraculous change but the incredulity of others. This was an idea that died hard, if it ever really died at all. ~ Tobias Wolff

But you love her."
Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he
said finally. "I had come to think I would
never love anyone, but I love her. ~ Cassandra Clare

I'd rather eat out of a can than be strangled by a faction. ~ Veronica Roth

Bucky's expression wasn't hostile, but it was serious. "Someday I'm going to fight and you won't be at my back."
"Nonsense. I'm your friend. Who I work for doesn't change that."
"If you leave it too long, you won't have a choice anymore. If the Steam Council turns on the people, each of us is going to have to decide where we belong."
"And you're going to play the rebel? You won't even carry a gun," Tobias snapped. "Your father may own an arms factory, but you make toys for a living."
"I don't carry a gun because I'm too good a shot," Bucky said quietly. "But when I fire, I don't miss. I never want to find you in my sights."
"It's not that simple," Tobias shot back, feeling a need for justification.
Bucky shrugged. "No, but the barons are running out of time, and that means we won't have many more chances to talk before everything falls apart. ~ Emma Jane Holloway

So how can I hold Tobias's desperation against him, like I'm better than him, like I've never let my own brokenness blind me? ~ Veronica Roth

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail. ~ Tobias Smollett

Little James Herondale, age 2, was intact holding a dagger quite well. He stabbed it into a sofa cushion sending out a burst of feathers. "Ducks", he said pointing to the feathers. Tessa swiftly removed the dagger from his tiny hand and replaced it with a wooden spoon. James had recently become very attached to his wooden spoon and carried it with him everywhere often refusing to go to sleep without it ~ Cassandra Clare

It was Will, filling the doorway with his lanky, broad-shouldred frame. His blue eyes where thunderous. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
So much for the brief peace they had achieved the night before. "I am practicing," Cecily said. "You told me I would get no better without practice."
"Not you. Gabriel Lightworm over here." Will jerked his chin toward the other boy. "Sorry. Lightwood. ~ Cassandra Clare

Tobias was Catherine's cousin and lover at the time. ~ Christine Manfredi

In the way such things happen in real life, I suspect I'll never see him again. We talked about that once. There was a term in Japanese, he said. Eng. It was both a concept and a word of advice. It meant that anyone you meet may be the most important person in your life. Therefore, that every stranger should be treated as a friend. Loved before it is too late. You never know (he said) in which night your ship is passing. ~ Tobias Hill

This boy, hell-bent on fighting rather than finding a family. The Lightwoods guarding against a vampire, when they could have extended some trust. This vampire, holding every friend at bay. All of them had their wounds, but Brother Zachariah could not help resenting them, for even the privilege of feeling hurt.

All these people were struggling not to feel, trying to freeze their hearts inside their chests until the cold fractured and broke them. While Jem would have given every cold tomorrow he had for one more day with a warm heart, to love them as he once had. ~ Cassandra Clare

I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless. ~ Veronica Roth

Because I don't have to be careful of people's feelings when I teach literature, and I do when I'm teaching writing. ~ Tobias Wolff

Will has always been the brighter burning star, the one to catch attention - but Jem is a steady flame, unwavering and honest. He could make you happy. ~ Cassandra Clare

I thought ... that we could at least talk about books. ~ Cassandra Clare

Chaos and destruction do tend to take away a person's dating possibilities. ~ Veronica Roth

Does anyone know why Will left? Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them were seated. Cecily, her hands folded demurely before her, suddenly became very interested in the pattern of the carpet. ~ Cassandra Clare

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing. ~ Veronica Roth

I loved Jem- she said- I love him still, and he loved me, but i'm nobody's Will. My heart is my own. It is beyond you to control it. It has been beyond me to control it ~ Cassandra Clare

When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her. ~ Cassandra Clare

All womens not alike, Tobias, she say. Believe it or not.
Oh, I believe it, he say. Just can't prove it to the world. ~ Alice Walker

He pulled the Carstairs family ring from his finger and held it out to Will. "Take it."
Will let his eyes drift down toward it, and then up to Jem's face. A dozen awful things he could say, or do, went through his mind. One did not slough off a persona so quickly, he had found. He had pretended to be cruel for so many years that the pretense was still what he reached for first, as a man might absently turn his carriage toward the home he had lived in for all his life, despite the fact that he had recently moved. "You wish to marry me now?" he said, at last. ~ Cassandra Clare

What writers do is they tell their own story constantly through other people's stories. They imagine other people, and those other people are carrying the burden of their struggles, their questions about themselves. ~ Tobias Wolff

Tessa looked at him in disbelief. "what's my name?"
"don't you know it? ~ Cassandra Clare

They'll probably put that on my gravestone. 'He Was Heterosexul and Had Low Expectations. ~ Jace Herondale

When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn't jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
Beautiful. ~ Veronica Roth

My hands folded into fists. "As king, that is my order."
"Forgive me, but the king's order is the most reckless thing he's ever said, which we both know is quite an accomplishment. If you want to stop me from dragging you back to Drylliad, then you'll have to kill me here."
"I can't do that," I said. "Who'll make sure Tobias gets back safely? He can hardly cross a road without endangering himself."
"I can too," Tobias said. ~ Jennifer A. Nielsen

Some men are wise and some are otherwise. ~ Tobias Smollett

James Herondale was in the middle of fighting a demon when he was suddenly pulled into Hell. ~ Cassandra Clare

You said I am a good man, but I am not that good a man. And I am - I am catastrophically in love with you.

~William Herondale, Page 413 ~ Cassandra Clare

Uncle Gabriel was already in the courtyard. His face had turned an alarming shade of puce. He was shouting something about thieving Herondales. ~ Cassandra Clare

That room - once you enter it, you never really leave. You can forget you're there, you can go on as if you hold the reins, that the course of your life, yeah even its length, will reflect the force of your character and the wisdom of your judgments. And then you hit an icy path on a turn one sunny March day and the wheel in your hands becomes a joke and you no more than a spectator to your own dreamy slide toward the verge, and then you remember where you are. ~ Tobias Wolff

[ ... ] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London. ~ Cassandra Clare

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last. ~ Veronica Roth

Although it was only a single instrument, each note had the peculiar echoed quality of a thousand harmonics voiced together. There was a whisper behind the strongest note and a shout beneath the softest, and they sang of far off places in long forgotten times. There were no words, but the images of ancient pride, noble heritage, and castles in the sand were imagined from the progression. This was the song that would be played at the birth of a nation, full of hope and promise of better days ahead. This was the song of the end of days with all love and longing lost beyond recall or desire. Farris could see this song playing at her wedding, or her funeral, as a herald of joy and sorrow. She found tears in her eyes and heard herself laugh, and she couldn't say why she was doing either. Her skin was tense and covered with goosebumps, and she shivered with pleasure. ~ Tobias Wade

Our memories tell us who we are and they cannot be achieved through committee work, by consulting other people about what happened. That doesn't mean that at all times memories are telling us the absolute truth, but that the main source of who we are is that memory, flawed or not. ~ Tobias Wolff

Will's madness had always been like Hamlet's, half play and half wildness, and all driving toward a certain end. ~ Cassandra Clare