Bane Love Quotes & Sayings

pathetic does she have to be? She just wants acceptance and love. She lets him break her because she wants to make somebody fucking happy!" Lucian looked at the psycho. "You can't make a fucking devil happy! — Lucian Bane

O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain. — George Granville, 1st Baron Lansdowne

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.
Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers. — Cassandra Clare

My Wife, I get to keep you forever. ~Lucian Bane~ — Lucian Bane

What am I?" he asked. "I am Edmund Herondale, and, my lady, I am always and forever at your service. If you will have me." He smiled, and the smile was slow and devastating. In the dark narrow street long past midnight, his eyes were high summer. — Cassandra Clare

Does she still love you?"
"I don't think so," Magnus said dryly. "She wasn't very pleasant the last time I saw her. Of course, that could be because I've got an eighteen year-old boyfriend with a stamina rune and she doesn't."
Alec sputtered. "As the person being objectified, I ... object to that description of me. — Cassandra Clare

You no longer need other people in your life once you have found your true love. — Cassandra Clare

Only love for Christ has the power to incapacitate the sturdy love for self that is the bane of every sinner, and only the grace of Christ has the power to produce that love. — Paul David Tripp

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres! ~Lucian Bane~ — Lucian Bane

Alice might end up neither good nor bad. She might end up somewhere in between. That would make her very dangerous to know. That girl could be the bane of your life, a blight, a poison on everything you do. Or she might turn out to be the best and strongest friend you'll ever have. Someone who'll make all the difference in the world. I just don't know which way it will go. I can't see it, no matter how hard I try. — Joseph Delaney

Jem had moved the same way coming in, but as Will neared him, Jem took a step toward his former parabatai, and the step was swift, eager, and human, as if being close to the people whom he loved made him feel made of flesh and racing blood once more.
"You're here," said Will, and implicit in the words was the sense that Will's contentment was complete. Now Jem was there, all was right with the world. — Cassandra Clare

I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers. — Cassandra Clare

So they will not love, for love is the bane of honour, the death of duty. — George R R Martin

The dark side is emotion, Bane. Anger, hate, love, lust. These are what make us strong, Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Your passion is still there, Bane. Seek it out. Reclaim it. — Drew Karpyshyn

But no matter how I tried to get into the book I was reading, it wasn't working. Half of it was the book. It had insta-love, the bane of my existence. Girl sees boy and falls in love. Immediately. Soul mate, breath stealing, toes curling, love after one conversation. Boy pushes girl away for some paranormal reason or another. Girl still loves boy. Boy finally admits love. Who — Jennifer L. Armentrout

But sleep didn't come. She could hear Jace's soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn't what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace's voice as he said 'I want to hate you', and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn't said them - had let Alec go on lying and pretending - because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar. — Cassandra Clare

One can give up many things for love, but one should not give up oneself. — Cassandra Clare

I can tell you that the end of a live is the sun of the love that was lived in it, that whatever you think you have sworn, being here at the end of Jem's life is not what is important.
It was being here for every other moment. Since you met him you have never left him and never not loved him — Cassandra Clare

He knew Alec enough by now to know the conflicting impulses that warred in him. He was conscientious, the kind of person who believed that the others around him were so much more important than he was, who already believed he was letting everybody down. And he was honest, the kind of person that was naturally open about all he felt and wanted. Alec's virtues had made a trap for him; these two good qualities had collided painfully. He felt he could not be honest without disappointing everyone he loved. It was a hideous conundrum for him. It was as if the world had been designed to make him unhappy. — Cassandra Clare

I had no hope," I sobbed. "You made me hope, you brought me back to life, to happiness and love that I'd never dared to dream of anymore. — Lucian Bane

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Some men call her cyanide
For she'll cause and take your pain.
To others she's the devil
Or the quest for true love's bane,
And, to those less lucky,
She's called their ball and chain. — Phar West Nagle

I got you, love." I rubbed my face along hers and pressed her as tight as I could to my body. "You're mine. You're safe." It was my promise to her, and my declaration of war on whatever demons that dared keep her from me. Keep her from my love. — Lucian Bane

They had met at a club fifteen years before, Etta and Magnus. He had convinced her to dance with him, and she said she had been in love by the end of the song. He told her he had been in love before the beginning. — Cassandra Clare

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too. — Cassandra Clare

Magnus hoped if he ever went mad like that himself, so mad that he poisoned the very air round him and hurt everyone he came into contact with, that there would be someone ho loved him enough to stop him. To kill him, if it came to that. — Cassandra Clare

Every time I set you free, you run further from me. What the fuck am I doing wrong? Tell me so I can fix it. So you see that I fucking love you. — Lucian Bane

In Paris she found Magnus, who was living in a garret apartment and paiting, an occupation for which he had no aptitude whatsoever. He let her sleep on a mattress by the window, and in the night, when she woke up screaming for Will, he came and put his arms around her, smelling of turpentine.
"The first one is always the hardest," he said.
"The first?"
"The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after. — Cassandra Clare

Everything you do.. defies any dream I've ever dreamed. You're so much more perfect to me than I ever knew how to wish for. ~Tara Mae~ — Lucian Bane

Jon, did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no wives and father no children?' Maester Aemon asked.

Jon shrugged. 'No.' He scattered more meat. The fingers of his left hand were slimy with blood and his right throbbed from the weight of the bucket. 'So they will not love' the old man answered 'for love is the bane of honor, the death of duty — George R R Martin

He tasted like warm safety might smell. ~Tara Reese DOM Wars! — Lucian Bane

And Submission is the mate of Dominance. The two are destined for marriage." ~Lucian Bane — Lucian Bane

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me. — Cassandra Clare

What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven? — Cassandra Clare

Make love to me. Please. I'm dying for it, for you. And therein lay the other major problem. His body was a wreck along with his mind. His past addictions were spinning in desperation and it was taking everything he had to keep from flying apart. The hunger to hurt and be hurt had never been more volatile and each second he didn't connect with Mercy, it grew worse. But how exactly was a monster cyclone supposed to connect with an angel and not rip her apart in ways that made him feel vile and dirty? Fuck, he never wanted to feel that with her. — Lucian Bane

Magnus loves you. He wouldn't love you if you were the sort of person who could abandon someone helpless — Cassandra Clare

Magnus looked away, so as not to see the wreckage. "I wish you luck," he said. "Luck and love."
Edmund made a small bow. "I bid you good day. I think we will not meet again."
He walked away, into the inner reaches of the Institute. A few feet away, he wavered and paused, light from one of the narrow church windows turning his hair rich gold, and Magnus thought he would turn. But Edmund Herondale never looked back. — Cassandra Clare

Among all the modes by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as this gust of feverish agitation that sweeps over us from time to time. For then the die is cast, the person whose company we enjoy at that moment is the person we shall henceforward love. It is not even necessary for that person to have attracted us, up till then, more than or even as much as others. All that was needed was that our predilection should become exclusive. And that condition is fulfilled when - in this moment of deprivation - the quest for the pleasures we enjoyed in his or her company is suddenly replaced by an anxious, torturing need, whose object is the person alone, an absurd, irrational need which the laws of this world make it impossible to satisfy and difficult to assuage - the insensate, agonising need to possess exclusively. — Marcel Proust

There are some people - people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're all drawn toward what's beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be; its only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver. — Cassandra Clare

Holy. Shit," Lucian whispered when they were alone. "Love, you neglected to tell me that she was a fireball!" he busted out in silent laughter and Tara put her head on his chest, welcoming his tight embrace. "I fucking love her, oh my God." He took her face in his hands and looked at her, smiling. "Tara Mae. — Lucian Bane

Sometimes Submission is the Dominant thing to do, love. — Lucian Bane

Of course he loves me. I'm his sister."
"Blood isn't love," said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. — Cassandra Clare

She was stupid and lonely. So desperate to be touched and loved with a good love. I need you, don't leave me, you're all I have... ~Isadore — Lucian Bane

He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec. — Cassandra Clare

I love round tables. They suit me so much better than a square.
Magnus, pg. 137 — Cassandra Clare

Now here's a shocker for the men. Maybe. Did you guys know that most women express love through words and non-sexual affection? Caressing, kissing and cuddling?" He nodded smiling. "And women, did you know what non-sexual caressing, kissing, and cuddling makes a man want?" They were all quiet now. They were connecting it. "Sex. That's right. Vicious cycle isn't it? — Lucian Bane

Even the girl he'd danced with had thought it was some marvelous trick. She had been enveloped in real, bright fire and she had tipped back her head and laughed, the tumble of her black hair becoming a crackling waterfall of light, the heels of her shoes striking sparks like glittering leaping dust all over the floor, her skirt trailing flame as if he were following a phoenix tail. Magnus had spun and swung with her, and she'd thought he was marvelous for a single moment of bright illusion.
But, like love, fire didn't last. — Cassandra Clare

Every time she did that, I met her with a burning hot gaze. One that said, there's no other woman in the room but you, love. And God help me, there wasn't. — Lucian Bane

Roses are red, and they say love's not made to last,

But I know I'll never get enough of that sweet, sweet ass.

All that jelly in your jeans, all that junk in your trunk,

I just gotta have it - one look and I was sunk.

If you ever wonder why I had to make you mine,

It's 'cause no other lady has a tush so fine.

They say you're not a looker, but I don't mind.

What I'm looking at is the view from behind.

Never been romantic, don't know what love means,

But I know I dig the way you're wearing those jeans.

Hate to see you leave but love to watch you go.

Turn back, then leave again - baby do it slow.

I'm coming right after, gonna make a pass,

Can't get enough of that sweet, sweet ass. — Cassandra Clare

Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These relationships were love's version of a stay in the stocks, in you go, plenty of misery guaranteed and what you got out of it besides bitterness and heartbreak nobody knows. Perhaps some knowledge of self and women. — Junot Diaz

I'm not your enemy, baby," I whispered, kissing at the edge of her mouth. "I protect you. Adore you. I fucking love you. — Lucian Bane

I just don't see why the past has to matter. — Cassandra Clare

Shadowhunters," he said. "They get in your blood, under your skin. I've been with vampires, werewolves, faeries, warlocks like me - and humans, so many fragile humans. But I always told myself I wouldn't give my heart to a Shadowhunter. I've so nearly loved them, been charmed by them - generations of them, sometimes: Edmund and Will and James and Lucie ... the ones I saved and the ones I couldn't." His voice choked off for a second, and Luke, staring in amazement, realized that this was the most of Magnus Bane's real, true emotions that he had ever seen. "And Clary, too, I loved, for I watched her grow up. But I've never been in love with a Shadowhunter, not until Alec. For they have the blood of angels in them, and the love of angels is a high and holy thing. — Cassandra Clare

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote. — George Sand

I can't lose you! I love you! I just want to be good enough for you! — Lucian Bane

There was still about them what had always reminded Magnus of an old legend he'd heard of the red thread of fate: that an invisible scarlet thread bound certain people, and however tangled it became, it could not and would not break. — Cassandra Clare

Tessa, Will, and Jem had raised James in love, and had surrounded him with love and the goodness it could produce. But they had given him no armor against the evil. They had wrapped his heart in silks and velvet, and then he had given it to Grace Blackthorn, and she had spun for it a cage of razor wire and broken glass, burned it to bits, and blown away the remains, another layer of ashes in this place of beautiful horrors. — Cassandra Clare

Why don't we talk about your love life? Clary countered.
"What about you and Alec?"
"Alec refuses to acknowledge that we have a relationship,
and so I refuse to acknowledge him. He sent me a fire message
asking for a favor the other day. It was addressed to 'Warlock
Bane' as if I were a perfect stranger. He's still hung up on Jace,
I think, though that relationship will never go anywhere. A
problem I imagine you know nothing about ... — Cassandra Clare

What he needs now is to love and have that love returned. — Cassandra Clare

Oh God Angel," he whispered. "There's only one monster here." ~Sade~ — Lucian Bane

Fiction is just a mirror of reality for the most part. Many things that happen in fiction don't even happen here. But as far as pain and sadness. Joy and love, life and death, it's all real here. Here it's real. — Lucian Bane

It was part of the dichotomy of Alec that had caught Magnus unaware and left him fascinated - that Alec seemed old for his age, serious and responsible, and yet that he approached the world with a tender wonder that made all things new. Alec was a warrior who brought Magnus peace. — Cassandra Clare

Yes. Loving somebody isn't a one time thing, its an everyday thing. Something you do to them, with them, for them. Because of them. Every day, all day. And night." ~Solomon~ — Lucian Bane

You want a round table meeting, we can have a round table meeting."
"I love round tables," said Magnus brightly. "They suit me so much better than square. — Cassandra Clare

It had insta-love, the bane of my existence ...
Who was I kidding? I sort of loved all that angst. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Magnus gave Alec a sidelong look as they climbed the rickety stairs. Alec caught the glance, and his breathing quickened; his blue eyes were bright. Alec bit his lower lip, and Magnus stopped walking. It was only a momentary hesitation. But then Alec reached out and caught his arm, fingers tight above his elbow.
'Magnus', he said in a low voice. — Cassandra Clare

If it was bad that I didn't love you, I'd know. I don't feel like it's bad. — Lucian Bane

God, Bones, fuck me. I love you, I love you." The words hit like a cannon-ball on a flimsy chessboard, obliterating the entire battlefield in one blow. — Lucian Bane

You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love ... but I tell you this, something is coming, and we'd be fools to ignore it."
"When have I ever claimed not to be a fool? — Cassandra Clare

People are using the lifestyle to serve their selfishness, not their partners. So much of it is based on pleasure only, rather than love. ~Lucian Bane~ — Lucian Bane

Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love. — Emily Dickinson

Magnus raised his head and looked up and over at Alec; it was a look that made Clary flush and glance away. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it felt wrong to see it. — Cassandra Clare

I'm your brother. I love you, I'm right here. I'm here with you," he gasped then roared, "Nobody can take that from you! — Lucian Bane

I'm here all the way. Right next to you." I pressed her head into my shoulder. "I'm your rear guard, love. Your shield. Nothing will hurt you." I stroked her head and kissed it. "Let me fight with you baby. — Lucian Bane

So what do we do?" Alec whispered.
Magnus shrugged and smiled suddenly; with his messy black hair and the gleam in his gold-green eyes, he looked like a mischievous teenager. "what everyone else does," he replied. "Like you said. Hope. — Cassandra Clare

He hadn't stopped wanting love. He had simply, somehow, stopped looking. — Cassandra Clare

That was vampires for you: always going for the jugular, both literally and metaphorically. They were messing up his love life as well as being inconsiderate party guests who had got blood in Magnus's stereo system at his last party and turned Clary's idiot friend Stanley into a rat, which was just bad manners. — Cassandra Clare

Sade jolted with Mercy's embrace from behind. "Sade!" she cried. "You have it! You have my love, I do love you, look at me." She got in front of him and held his face. "I'm scared of you because I'll die if I lose you. I'm scared I'll never be enough, or what you need. I'm scared you'll send me away," she sobbed, hitting him in the chest. "I can't lose you! I love you! I just want to be good enough for you!" Sade pulled her into his arms at hearing those words. "Mercy," he gasped. "Say it again." "I love you," she cried holding him tight. "I love you so much. I never want to be apart from you." "I'm too fucking broken for you Mercy." She shook her head and cried, "No! Don't say that! I can fix it! We can fix it, and if we can't," she gasped, "we can be broken together, — Lucian Bane

And what is love, Angel? What is love! he yelled. Is it a pressure inside that makes me want to scream when you do this? he palmed his chest roughly, Is it my body in constant chaos when you're around me? Is it murder in cold blood when I even think of you being with anybody but me! he roared. Or maybe it's not being able to think or speak when your life is in danger, or wanting to spend every second - of every - fucking day with you, wanting to never leave your side. Is that love? Is it, Isadore? He drew closer and hit his fist repeatedly against his chest. Is it pain so hard and heavy that I can't fucking breathe unless I smell you, touch you, taste you? His body heaved as his bright green gaze seared her heart. Because if it is, Angel...he held his lips together and shook his head slowly, then I am....slain with an eternal and violent love for you. — Lucian Bane

You're the love of my life, and the bane of my existence." Sera stopped midstride and wrinkled her brow.
"What's bane?" Jack opened his mouth. Mary Jane cut him off. "It's a piece of candy," she said. "Yeah," said Jack, "a little sour and tough to swallow. — Randall Kenneth Drake

Oh look," she pointed to them, a fine example of two people in love. Ruin paused and looked from them to her several times before whispering, "You want to? Now?' "Oh my God," she muttered, shaking her head. "Those two are in love, I was trying to show you but of course you'd only think of sex." Ruin followed her to the truck, still watching the couple while he climbed into the driver seat. "Are you sure we're not in love? Pretty sure we look just like that, minus all the laughing. — Lucian Bane

Make love to me," she whispered. "That's my plan." "You think you can?" she asked. He smiled along her neck. "I think so. — Lucian Bane

If I'm in love with him, how come I can so perfectly inhabit the mindset of thinking he's a git and the bane of my life? — Adele Parks