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Clockwork Angel

Book by Cassandra Clare · 50 quotes · Said, Will Herondale, Clockwork Angel

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“Just be careful. When we arrive at the house, you can’t look to me for help or instruction. Remember, I am your human subjugate. You keep me about you for blood—blood whenever you want it—and nothing else.” “So you’re not going to speak tonight,” Tessa said. “At all.” “Not unless you instruct me to,” said Will. “This evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.”

“Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots,” Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. “Perhaps you could learn from their example.” “Perhaps,” said Will. “But I doubt it.” Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. “What was that?” Will shrugged lazily. “Sophie enjoys pretending she doesn’t like me.” “Doesn’t like you? She hates you!”

“He found himself looking into many faces for potentional love, and seeing many people as shining vessels of possibility. Perhaps this time there would be that indefinable something that sent hungry hearts roving, longing and searching for something, they knew not what, and yet could not give up the quest.”

“He made it very clear that he didn’t want me here,” she said at last. “That my remaining at the Institute is not the happy chance I thought it was. Not in his view.” “And after I just finished telling you why you should consider him family,” Jem said, a bit ruefully. “No wonder you looked as if I’d just told you something awful just happened.” “I’m sorry,” Tessa whispered. “Don’t be. It’s Will who ought to be sorry.” Jem’s eyes darkened. “We shall throw him out onto the streets,” he proclaimed. “I promise you he’ll be gone by morning.” Tessa started and sat upright. “Oh – no, you can’t mean that─” He grinned. “Of course I don’t. But you did feel better for a moment there, didn’t you?”

“I don’t understand what makes them come out like that!”“Hunger,” said Jem. “Were you thinking about blood?”“No.”“Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired.“No!"“No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.”

“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.”“What I mean,” Charlotte said, correcting herself, “is that you are a Shadowhunter first, and a lady second.”

“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 the flame. That's what I believe.”

“Will grinned. “Some of these books are dangerous,” he said. “It’s wise to be careful.”“One must always be careful of books,” said Tessa, “and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.”“I’m not sure a book has ever changed me,” said Will. “Well, there is one volume that promises to teach one how to turn oneself into an entire flock of sheep—”“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,” said Tessa”

“Whatever you are physically,' he said, '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.”

“Will is… difficult,” Jem said. “But family is difficult. If I didn’t think the Institute was the best place for you, Tessa, I wouldn’t say it was. And one can build one’s own family. I know you feel inhuman, and as if you were set apart, away from life and love, but…” His voice cracked a little, the first time Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. “I promise you, the right man won’t care.”

“She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?”

“I enjoy being shown things. Is there anything you require, like a spirit lamp, or--" "It's not a seance, Henry," ... "You don't need to this if you don't want to, Miss Gray." "Actually, I do require something." She turned to Jessamine. "Something of yours, please. A ring, or a handkerchief--" Jessamine wrinkled her nose. "Dear me, it sounds to me rather as if your special powers is pickpocketing”

“In diesem Kleid würden Sie einfach hinreißend aussehen und sicherlich bald eine vorteilhafte Wiedervermählung in Erwägung ziehen können." Die Schneiderin zwinkerte ihr verschwörerisch zu. "Wissen Sie, wie wir dieses Modell nennen? Die Honigfalle." Jessamine kicherte, die Damenschneiderin lächelte wissend und Tessa überlegte kurz, ob sie auf die Straße hinauslaufen und ihrem Leben ein Ende setzen sollte, indem sie sich vor eine heranrasende Kutsche warf.”

“Es geht um Will. Er legt im Speiseraum ein absolut lächerliches Verhalten an den Tag." "Und wie unterscheidet sich das von dem absolut lächerlichen Verhalten, das er in der Bibliothek oder in der Waffenkammer oder in einem der anderen Räume an den Tag legt?" "Der Unterschied besteht darin, dass wir im Zimmer ESSEN müssen.”

“Also lass mich raten, Jessie: Du bist im Park einer bedauernswerten Dame begegnet, die unglücklicherweise ein Kleid trug, dessen Farbe sich mit dem Ton deiner Robe nicht vertrug. Und deshalb hast du ihr mit deinem ingeniösen kleinen Sonnenschirm die Kehle aufgeschlitzt, nicht wahr?" Jessamine funkelte ihn an. "Du bist einfach lächerlich", stieß sie wütend hervor. "Ich meine, ich trage ein blaues Kleid. Und Blau verträgt sich mit ALLEM - was du eigentlich wissen solltest. Schließlich bist du bei deiner eigenen Kleidung die Eitelkeit in Person." "Blau verträgt sich keineswegs mit allem", beschied Will ihr. "Zu Rot passt es beispielsweise überhaupt nicht." "Ich besitze eine rot-blau gestreifte Weste", warf Henry ein. "Also wenn DAS nicht ausreicht als Beweis dafür, dass man diese beiden Farben niemals miteinander kombinieren sollte, dann weiß ich es wirklich nicht.”

“Being a vampire is not a curse. It’s a disease,” Tessa filled in. “But they still can’t enter hallowed ground, then? Does that mean they’re damned?” “That depends on what you believe,” said Jem. “And whether you believe in damnation at all.” “But you hunt demons. You must believe in damnation!” “I believe in good and evil,” said Jem. “And I believe the soul is eternal. I don’t believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or the endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness.”

“Charlotte, darling, Henry said to his wife, who was staring at im in gape-mouthed horror. Jassamine, beside her, was wided eyed. Sorry im late. You know, i think i might nearly have the sensor working- Will interrupted. Henry, he said, your on fire. You do know that, don't you? Oh, yes, Henry said eagerly. The flames were now nearly to his shoulder. I've been working like a man possessed all day. Charlotte, did you hear what i said about the sensor? Charlotte dropped her hand from her mouth. Henry! She shrieked. Your arm! Henry glanced down at his arm, and his mouth dropped open. Bloody hell!”

“Jem gave her a wistful look. “Must you go? I was rather hoping that you’d stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must.” “I’ll stay,” Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. “I can minister angelically.” “None too convincingly. And you’re not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,” Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. “How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun.” Jem still had his eyes closed. “If they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren’t wrong.”

“I like ducks." Jem observed diplomatically. "Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park." He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry pie the the mallards in the park to see if you couls breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”