Tessa Gray Quotes

But you hate poetry!Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Cassandra Clare

Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?

Cassandra Clare

And the gold of her ruined wedding dress.

Cassandra Clare

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Cassandra Clare

She shuddered. Oh, no. I hate chocolate.Will looked horrified. What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

Cassandra Clare

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

Cassandra Clare

Jem and Will had set up camp on one of the long tables in the back of the library, ostensibly to help advise her, but more likely, it seemed, to mock and be amused by her consternation. You point your feet out too much when you walk, Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck. I do not walk like a duck. I like ducks, Jem observed diplomatically. Especially the ones in Hyde Park. He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks? They ate it too, Will reminisced. Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

Cassandra Clare

I suspect he's sweet on Sophie and doesn't like to see her work too hard.'Tessa was glad to hear it. She'd felt awful about her reaction to Sophie's scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer - and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. 'Perhaps he's in love with Agatha', she said.'I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

Cassandra Clare

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...

Cassandra Clare

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.

Cassandra Clare

if no one alive love you, then do you really exist at all?

Cassandra Clare

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Cassandra Clare