Home » Quote » Cassandra Clare » „He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.“ „He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.“ — Cassandra Clare Related quotes „Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?“ — Cassandra Clare „He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.“ — Cassandra Clare „He caught her by the wrist, brought her hand to his bare chest. Splayed her fingers over his heart. It beat against her palm, like a fist punching its way through his sternum. 'Break my heart,' he said. 'Break it in pieces. I give you permission.“ — Cassandra Clare „He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.“ — Haruki Murakami „He wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jem’s place to do those things, not his. Not his.” -Will Herondale“ — Cassandra Clare „You sound as if you don't mind what happens to it," said Tessa. "Won't you miss it here? This place has been your home."His fingers stroked her wrist lightly, making her shiver."You are home for me now.“ — Cassandra Clare
„He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.“ — Cassandra Clare