Cassandra Clare Quotes

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

I used to be cold and emotionless. I believe the disease I was born with made me that way.

Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands.

We have long become overgrown with calluses; we no longer hear people being killed. ("X")

Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.

He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.

Oh," he said to Kiyo, voice completely devoid of emotion. "I see. It's your turn again.

Neither love nor terror makes one blind: indifference makes one blind.

When you numb your pain you also numb your joy.

People who become used to saying little become used to feeling little.

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

It's fashionable to be indifferent to other people's suffering

People tell me to smile, I tell them the lack of emotion on my face doesn't mean I'm unhappy.

It was the people who did not care who filled the world with fire and oppression. It was the hands of the indifferent that lit the faggots; it was the hands of the indifferent that turned the rack.

Pity those who don't feel anything at all

He found himself in habiting the vast, empty plateau where most people live, between boredom and contentment.

Pain is always preferable to numbness.

So what’s it like to live without emotions? (Geary) It’s hard. Imagine a world without taste. A world where you can see the colors and all, but you can’t feel it. A beautiful clear day can never choke you up. A child’s laughter doesn’t make you smile. You don’t look at a bunny and think ‘how cute.’ You feel absolutely nothing. It’s like being wrapped in thick cotton all the time. (Arik)

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

Numb is the new deep.

I found people looked better when they laughed

people never write calmly but when they write indifferently.