Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.

— Cassandra Clare

There is nothing more important than love. And no law higher.' - Malcolm Fade.

— Cassandra Clare

Simon was still trying to work out how Shadowhunter government and also Shadowhunter family trees worked. They all seemed to be related to each other and it was very disturbing.

— Cassandra Clare

Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace’s last name. It was the name of heroes.

— Cassandra Clare

Isabelle!' he called again. 'Let down your raven hair!''Oh my God,' Clary muttered. 'There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.

— Cassandra Clare

Everybody in this academy, Shadowhunters and mundanes, people with the Sight and without it, every one of them is looking to be a hero. We are all hoping for it, and trying for it, and soon we will all be bleeding for it.

— Cassandra Clare

Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke out from the nearby hill. Simon, Isabelle, and Alec waved at them. Jace bowed while Clary stepped back slightly sheepishly, hooking her thumbs into the belt of her jeansJace sighed. 'Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?'Unfortunately, that's the only kind of friends we have.

— 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

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

He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.

— Cassandra Clare