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As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Loss, Long
Cassandra Clare (2015). “City of Heavenly Fire”, p.724, Simon and Schuster

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Faded
Cassandra Clare (2009). “City of Bones”, p.80, Simon and Schuster

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present

Cassandra Clare
Memories
Cassandra Clare (2013). “The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess”, p.473, Simon and Schuster

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

Cassandra Clare
Pain, Memories, Valuable

A Shadowhunter I believe you know send for me—Tatiana Blackthorn? The lady used to be a Lightwood, did she not?" Magnus turned to Will. "And your sister Cecily married her brother. Gilbert. Gaston. I have a shocking memory for Lightwoods." "I begged Cecily not to throw herself away on a Lightworm," Will muttered.

Cassandra Clare
Brother, Memories, Believe

She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hours—and this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Kissing, Bye
Cassandra Clare (2014). “City of Lost Souls”, p.231, Simon and Schuster

Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?" Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?" Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said. "Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Hands, Littles
Cassandra Clare (2014). “City of Lost Souls”, p.240, Simon and Schuster

Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. “Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?” There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Cassandra Clare
Brother, Memories, Believe
Cassandra Clare (2012). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls”, p.2269, Simon and Schuster

Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Heart, Long
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan (2013). “What Really Happened in Peru”, p.29, Simon and Schuster

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Cassandra Clare
Hope, Memories, Loss
Cassandra Clare (2015). “City of Heavenly Fire”, p.724, Simon and Schuster

Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories." "You hate the Silent Brothers," protested Isabelle. "I don't hate them," said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing." "I thought you said they were libarians," said Clary. "They are librarians." Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees.

Cassandra Clare
Brother, Memories, Hate
Cassandra Clare (2007). “City of Bones”, Margaret K. McElderry Books

Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Stupid, Voice
Cassandra Clare (2010). “City of Glass”, p.265, Simon and Schuster

Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her wounds. Hugo?" Luke blinked. Hodge's bird. I think it was his bird, anyway. Maybe it was Valentine's." Hugin," Luke said softly. "Hugin and Munin were Valentine's pet birds. Their names mean 'Thought' and 'Memory.'" Well they should mean 'Attack' and 'Kill,'" said Clary. "Hugo almost tore my eyes out.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Valentine, Mean
Cassandra Clare (2010). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass”, p.351, Simon and Schuster

Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Lying, Heart

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers; he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away.

Cassandra Clare
Beautiful, Hurt, Memories
Cassandra Clare (2013). “The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess”, p.473, Simon and Schuster

Staring at him the way she might stare at a beloved place she was not sure she would ever see again, trying to commit the details to memory, to paint them on the backs of her eyelids that she might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Sleep, Eye
Cassandra Clare (2013). “Clockwork Prince”, p.467, Simon and Schuster

There are memories that time can't erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend, Magnus Bane, if you don't believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable. Only bearable.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Believe, Loss

Life was an uncertain thing, and there were some moments one wished to remember, to imprint upon one's mind that the memory might be taken out later, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and admired and recollected anew. - Sophie and Gideon Lightwood

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Flower, Book
Cassandra Clare (2014). “Clockwork Princess”, p.374, Simon and Schuster

This was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Princess, Night
Cassandra Clare (2013). “Clockwork Princess”, p.556, Simon and Schuster

Magnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.

Cassandra Clare
Beautiful, Memories, Camille
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan (2013). “Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale”, p.7, Simon and Schuster

Magnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

Cassandra Clare
Morning, Memories, Want
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson (2014). “The Bane Chronicles”, p.218, Simon and Schuster

Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Evil, Helping
Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan, Maureen Johnson (2015). “The Bane Chronicles”, p.259, Simon and Schuster

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

Cassandra Clare
Memories, Valuable
Cassandra Clare (2010). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass”, p.1246, Simon and Schuster

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence.

Cassandra Clare
Girl, Dream, Memories

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