“Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth."
"But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began.
"Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.
Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”
“What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Life is full of risks. Death is much simpler.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Princess

“London was one of the few Institutes that hadn't emptied yet. Apparently Sebastian and his forces tried to attack. They were rebuffed by some kind of protection spell, something even the Council didn't know about. Something that warned the Shadowhunters what was coming and led them to safety.'
'A ghost,' Magnus said. A smile hovered around his mouth. 'A spirit, sworn to protect the place. She's been there for a hundred and thirty years.'
'She?' Jocelyn said, leaning back against a dusty wall. 'A ghost? Really? What was her name?'
'You would recognize her last name, if I told it to you, but she wouldn't like that.' Magnus's gaze was faraway. 'I hope this means she's found peace.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“But you are not a lady, Jessamine—,” Charlotte began.“Dear me,” said Will. “Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”“What I mean,” Charlotte said, correcting herself, “is that you are a Shadowhunter first, and a lady second.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“You're the shape-changer aren't you?" he said. "Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say."
Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. "No. No mark."
He grinned around his fork. "I do suppose they've looked everywhere?"
"I'm sure Will's tryed," said Jessamine in a bored tone. Tessa's silverware clattered to the plate. Jessamine, who had been mashing her peas to the side of the plate with her knife, looked out when Charlotte let out an aghast, "Jessamine!”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“You’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?” Ragnor said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”"No. No mark."He grinned around his fork. “I do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?”“I’m sure Will’s tried,” said Jessamine.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“So, Jessamine,” said Lucie. “Can ghosts lie?”
“Certainly not!” Jessamine looked shifty. “Ghosts are completely honest. I keep telling you, it was mice who knocked your silver mirror behind the desk and broke it.”
“It appears clear that if ghosts are liars, they are terrible liars,” said James.
Matthew sighed. “It is very strange to see you conversing with the invisible.”
“Humph,” said Jessamine. She wobbled a bit and firmed up, her outlines clearing as she drifted down toward the floor. Shadowhunters, having the Sight, could generally see ghosts who wanted to be seen, but Lucie knew it was an effort for Jessamine to make herself visible to all eyes.
“Oh!” said Cordelia. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jessamine. Lucie speaks of you often.”
Jessamine beamed.
“You are a very attractive ghost,” said Matthew, tapping his ringed fingers against his chest. “I do hope Lucie and James have mentioned as much.”
“They have not,” Jessamine noted.
“Very remiss,” said Matthew, his eyes sparkling.
“You are not at all like Henry,” said Jessamine, eyeing Matthew speculatively. “He was forever setting things on fire, and not a compliment to be heard.”
“Jessamine,” Lucie said. “This is important! Do tell us, can ghosts lie? Not you, of course, my dear.”
“Ghosts can lie,” Jessamine conceded.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“I enjoy being shown things. Is there anything you require, like a spirit lamp, or--"

"It's not a seance, Henry," ... "You don't need to this if you don't want to, Miss Gray."

"Actually, I do require something." She turned to Jessamine. "Something of yours, please. A ring, or a handkerchief--"

Jessamine wrinkled her nose. "Dear me, it sounds to me rather as if your special powers is pickpocketing”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Let me see if I have this quite correct", said Tessa after a pause. "Jessamine found youth the invitation in your hand, so you struck her over the head with a mirror and tied her to her bed?"
Sophie nodded.
"Good Lord,”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Some ghosts stay among the living because unfinished business holds them here. Some stay to protect those they love. And some stay because of hatred, malice, bitterness.’ She ruffled Lucie's hair; it felt like being brushed by a breeze. ‘You must learn to ignore that kind of ghost. Turn away from them. They feed off your fear. Without your fear they can do nothing to you.’
- - -
The lesson stayed with Lucie for a long time. She never blamed Jessamine for not knowing there was a fourth kind of spirit. Even if Jessamine had known, she could not have prepared Lucie for the fact that meeting him would change her life forever.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lucie and Ghosts

“For love means forgiveness.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“A lady cannot propose to herself, William, and she cannot tell you she loves you if you do not state your intentions.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Oh bother," said Jessamine. "Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in a fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“There is more than one kind of ghost.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lucie and Ghosts

“Aber du bist keine Dame, Jessamine...", setzte Charlotte an.
"Gütiger Himmel! Solch harsche Wahrheiten am frühen Morgen können nicht gut für die Verdauung sein", warf Will spöttisch ein.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“In diesem Kleid würden Sie einfach hinreißend aussehen und sicherlich bald eine vorteilhafte Wiedervermählung in Erwägung ziehen können." Die Schneiderin zwinkerte ihr verschwörerisch zu. "Wissen Sie, wie wir dieses Modell nennen? Die Honigfalle."
Jessamine kicherte, die Damenschneiderin lächelte wissend und Tessa überlegte kurz, ob sie auf die Straße hinauslaufen und ihrem
Leben ein Ende setzen sollte, indem sie sich vor eine heranrasende Kutsche warf.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Es geht um Will. Er legt im Speiseraum ein absolut lächerliches Verhalten an den Tag."
"Und wie unterscheidet sich das von dem absolut lächerlichen Verhalten, das er in der Bibliothek oder in der Waffenkammer oder in einem der anderen Räume an den Tag legt?"
"Der Unterschied besteht darin, dass wir im Zimmer ESSEN müssen.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Also lass mich raten, Jessie: Du bist im Park einer bedauernswerten Dame begegnet, die unglücklicherweise ein Kleid trug, dessen Farbe sich mit dem Ton deiner Robe nicht vertrug. Und deshalb hast du ihr mit deinem ingeniösen kleinen Sonnenschirm die Kehle aufgeschlitzt, nicht wahr?"
Jessamine funkelte ihn an. "Du bist einfach lächerlich", stieß sie wütend hervor. "Ich meine, ich trage ein blaues Kleid. Und Blau verträgt sich mit ALLEM - was du eigentlich wissen solltest. Schließlich bist du bei deiner eigenen Kleidung die Eitelkeit in Person."
"Blau verträgt sich keineswegs mit allem", beschied Will ihr. "Zu Rot passt es beispielsweise überhaupt nicht."
"Ich besitze eine rot-blau gestreifte Weste", warf Henry ein.
"Also wenn DAS nicht ausreicht als Beweis dafür, dass man diese beiden Farben niemals miteinander kombinieren sollte, dann weiß ich es wirklich nicht.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel