The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
"Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."..."At least,"she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.""Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."
"And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own."
"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."