Cassandra Clare Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

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  Rain, Flower, Chance

  Cassandra Clare (2014). “City of Lost Souls”, p.30, Simon and Schuster

• Oooh, that was fun." "That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means." Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade." "It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.

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  Fun, Rain, Mean

  Cassandra Clare (2009). “City of Ashes”, p.164, Simon and Schuster

• Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.

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  Rain, Sky, Voice

  Cassandra Clare (2014). “Clockwork Princess”, p.519, Simon and Schuster

• Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

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  Rain, Believe, Winter

  Cassandra Clare (2013). “Clockwork Prince”, p.470, Simon and Schuster

• Years later Magnus would return to London and Camille Belcourt's side, and find it not all that he had dreamed. Years later another desperate Herondale boy with blue, blue eyes would come to his door, shaking with the cold of the rain and his own wretchedness, and this one Magnus would be able to help.

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  Rain, Eye, Boys

  Cassandra Clare, Sarah Rees Brennan (2013). “Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale”, p.42, Simon and Schuster

• ... everything seemed to him a uniform shade of gray- even the people! He had been unable to believe it could rain so much in one place, and so unceasingly. The damp had seemed to come up from the floors and into his bones, so that he'd thought he would eventually sprout mold, in the manner of a tree. "You do get used to it," he said "Even if sometimes you feel as if you out to be able to be wrung out like a washrag." p 311

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  Rain, Believe, People

• Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru

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  Rain, Taken, Hands

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