Verlac Quotes & Sayings

Think about yourself because no one has time to think about you. Everyone is busy thinking about themselves. — Debasish Mridha

You see them in the mercury
light of water, the expanding
orbs of silver where trout
breathe. You hear
them in the sleepy kiss
of rainfall on pine
needles, smell them
as if they were snow
to the west. — Ken Craft

We could call order by the name of God, but it would be an impersonal God. There's not much personal about the laws of physics. — Stephen Hawking

We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one. — Cassandra Clare

I am Valentine's son. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. You never had any right to that name. You're a ghost. And a pretender. — Cassandra Clare

Well, hello there, Mother," Sebastian said in a voice like silk. "Surprised to see me? — Cassandra Clare

Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer. — Cassandra Clare

I understood that I might fail, but I wouldn't let it happen because I changed my compass along the way. — Adam Braun

Offensive acts come back upon the evil doer, like dust that is thrown against the wind. — Gautama Buddha

Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too. — Cassandra Clare

I don't care what Tom Cruise says about therapy. — Mickey Rourke

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine's daughter," he said. "You just won't admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now. — Cassandra Clare

Think! I've got enough to do, and little enough to get for it, without thinking. — Charles Dickens

You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don't tell me any differently. — Cassandra Clare

Why are you doing this?" Clary said. "Sebastian, why are you saying all these things?"
"Because I finally can," Sebastian said. "You've no idea what it's been like, being around the lot of you these past few days, having to pretend I could stand you. That the sight of you didn't make me sick. You," he said to Jace, "every second you're not panting after your own sister, you're whining on and on about how daddy didn't love you. Well, who could blame him? And you, you stupid bitch"-he turned to Clary-"giving that priceless book away to a half-breed warlock; have you got a single brain cell in that tiny head of yours? And you-" He directed his next sneer at Alec. "I think we all know what's wrong with you. They shouldn't let your kind in the Clave. You're disgusting. — Cassandra Clare

We do not ask more of the wealthy to punish success; we do it to create more success stories. — Bill De Blasio

I have a fetish for damsels in distress."
"Don't be sexist."
"Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It's an equal opportunity fetish. — Cassandra Clare

I need Jace," said Sebastian. "But in his heart, he's not like me. But you are. — Cassandra Clare

You never cared that I was your sister before."
"Didn't I?" His black eyes flicked up and down her. "Our father's dead," he said. "There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance. — Cassandra Clare

Aline: "He's cute, for a Downworlder"
Sebastian: "You'll have to forgive her; she has the face of an angel and the manners of a Moloch demon — Cassandra Clare

A sudden damp coldness clung to the air around us. I lifted my head, eyeing the burnt orange sky. One drop of water fell, splashing off my cheek. Then the sky opened up, drenching us in cold rain within seconds.
I sighed. Really, it has to rain? — Jennifer L. Armentrout

She gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled. — Cassandra Clare

It's not technology that limits us. We're the limitation. Our technology is an expression of our intelligence and creativity, so the limitations of our technology are a reflection of our own limitations. We can't fundamentally advance technology until we fundamentally advance ourselves. — Christian Cantrell