More quotes by Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

"She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer."
"Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure."
"Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read."
"You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all."
"No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily."