Cassandra Clare Quotes

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.

If you no longer live, if you my beloved, my love, if you have died, all the leaves will fall in my breast, it will rain in my soul night and day, the snow will burn my heart, I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow, my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but I shall live

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.

Let him love none and be by none beloved!

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.

All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.

Nobody gets out of love alive. You turn into a menace or a pest when you've been rejected.

Left love behind many years ago. Now it rests under a cross in the cemetery in Tombstone.

Do you know what it's like to love and be alone?

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.