Cassandra Clare Quotes

Words, words. They're all we have to go on.

A word is no light matter. Words have with truth been called fossil poetry, each, that is, a symbol of a creative thought.

Words were her plague and words were her redemption.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

Words are the tools of 'to be' - of expression. They are completely built on the fact that you 'are,' and in order to express it, you have built a little alphabet, and you make your words from it.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

Being that can be understood is language.

Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

The only thing you have to know are your words.

No matter where we live, we have to use words. Once you've been looking into words, their stories, it's easy to fall in love with them.

Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.

I never knew words could be so confusing," Milo said to Tock as he bent down to scratch the dog's ear. "Only when you use a lot to say a little," answered Tock. Milo thought this was quite the wisest thing he'd heard all day.

One word is worth a thousand pictures. If it's the right word.

Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

Words of the world are the life of the world.

Get what you can with words, because words are free, but the words of an armed man ring that much sweeter.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.