Sebastian Morgenstern Quotes

“And I don’t see how Sebastian can be all that fond of Jace, either. He was horribly jealous of him all his life. He thought Jace was Valentine’s favorite,” added Clary.
“Not to mention,” Magnus noted, “that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“I've never felt so... light.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Your Bracelet," she said. "Acheronta movebo.' It doesn't mean 'Thus always to tyrants.' That's 'sic semper tyrannis.' This is from Virgil. 'Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.' If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.”
― Cassandra Clare

“So what's their plan, hitting Sebastian over the head with Jace until he passes out?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I don’t like keeping her in the dark,” Jace said.
“We’ll tell her in a week. What difference does a week make?”
Jace gave him a look. “Two weeks ago you were dead.”
“Well, I wasn’t suggesting two weeks,” said Sebastian. “That would be insane.”
― Cassandra Clare

“His eyes were green.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“You asked me who I belong to. I belong to you.”
― Cassandra Clare

“Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“If I can not move heaven I shall raise Hell.”
― Cassandra Clare

“You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Heroes save worlds," Clary said. "They don't destroy them.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty."
"Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell-”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Imagine if you were the last Shadowhunter left on earth, imagine if all your family and friends were dead, imagine if there were no one left who even believed in what you were. Imagine if you were on the earth in a billion, billion years, after the sun had scorched away all the life, and you were crying out from inside yourself for just one single living creature to still draw breath alongside you, but there was nothing, only rivers of fire and ashes. Imagine being that lonely. and then imagine there was only one way to fix it. Then imagine what you would do to make that thing happen.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Take it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I don’t care what you think. You’re not my brother,” Clary said. “You’re a murderer.”
“I really don’t see how those things cancel each other out,” said Sebastian”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“We are so much lovelier when we fall.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Clary curled up on the ground seeing in front of her not the shell of a destroyed town but the eyes of the brother and the sister that she would never have.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“You know, when I first met
you, in Idris, I had hopes—I had thought you would be like me. And when you were
nothing like me, I hated you. And then, when I was brought back, and Jace told me what
you did, I realized that I had been wrong. You are like me.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Sebastian
loved her, she thought; if he loved anyone, he loved his sister, and if there was anyone who knew how
deadly it was to be loved by someone like Sebastian, it was Jocelyn.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Don’t tell me you aren’t even a little glad to see me, Mother,” Sebastian said, and
though his words were pleading, his voice was flat. “Aren’t I everything you could want in
a son?” He spread his arms wide. “Strong, handsome, looks just like dear old Dad.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“This world will be consumed by hellfire,” he said. “But I will bring you
and Jace safely through the flames if you only do what I ask. It is a grace I extend to no
one else. Do you not see how foolish you are to reject it?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Magnus, his silver mask pushed back into his hair, intercepted the New York vampires before they could fully depart. Alec heard Magnus pitch his voice low.
Alec felt guilty for listening in, but he couldn’t just turn off his Shadowhunter instincts.
“How are you, Raphael?” asked Magnus.
“Annoyed,” said Raphael. “As usual.”
“I’m familiar with the emotion,” said Magnus. “I experience it whenever we speak. What I meant was, I know that you and Ragnor were often in contact.”
There was a beat, in which Magnus studied Raphael with an expression of concern, and Raphael regarded Magnus with obvious scorn.
“Oh, you’re asking if I am prostrate with grief over the warlock that the Shadowhunters killed?”
Alec opened his mouth to point out the evil Shadowhunter Sebastian Morgenstern had killed the warlock Ragnor Fell in the recent war, as he had killed Alec’s own brother.
Then he remembered Raphael sitting alone and texting a number saved as RF, and never getting any texts back.
Ragnor Fell.
Alec felt a sudden and unexpected pang of sympathy for Raphael, recognizing his loneliness. He was at a party surrounded by hundreds of people, and there he sat texting a dead man over and over, knowing he’d never get a message back.
There must have been very few people in Raphael’s life he’d ever counted as friends.
“I do not like it,” said Raphael, “when Shadowhunters murder my colleagues, but it’s not as if that hasn’t happened before. It happens all the time. It’s their hobby. Thank you for asking. Of course one wishes to break down on a heart-shaped sofa and weep into one’s lace handkerchief, but I am somehow managing to hold it together. After all, I still have a warlock contact.”
Magnus inclined his head with a slight smile.
“Tessa Gray,” said Raphael. “Very dignified lady. Very well-read. I think you know her?”
Magnus made a face at him. “It’s not being a sass-monkey that I object to. That I like. It’s the joyless attitude. One of the chief pleasures of life is mocking others, so occasionally show some glee about doing it. Have some joie de vivre.”
“I’m undead,” said Raphael.
“What about joie de unvivre?”
Raphael eyed him coldly. Magnus gestured his own question aside, his rings and trails of leftover magic leaving a sweep of sparks in the night air, and sighed.
“Tessa,” Magnus said with a long exhale. “She is a harbinger of ill news and I will be annoyed with her for dumping this problem in my lap for weeks. At least.”
“What problem? Are you in trouble?” asked Raphael.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” said Magnus.
“Pity,” said Raphael. “I was planning to point and laugh. Well, time to go. I’d say good luck with your dead-body bad-news thing, but . . . I don’t care.”
“Take care of yourself, Raphael,” said Magnus.
Raphael waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder. “I always do.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic

“The I shall have London," - Sebastian Morgenstern”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I will give you what I have given to no one else. Not ever, for I have saved it for you.'
He seemed to blaze for a moment with his own conviction; looking at him was like watching a city burn.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire