I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.
I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain.
To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.
I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you and how after that I couldn’t forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop myself.
No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.
Love and lies can corrupt even the purest heart.
You always find the right quote, or the right thing to say to make me believe you love me.
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.
Some are just born bad, and that’s all there is to it.
Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?
What you’re blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that’s no one’s fault and nothing you can change.
I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.
But I will never have a bride.
For that was love, wasnt it – to burn bright in someone else’s eyes?
Dear Alec, As your best friend and parabatai, I am offended not to have been asked to be your best man at the wedding. Et tu, Brutus. -Jace Alec, he really is upset. He hasn’t washed his hair in three days. -Clary.
Jace, There is no wedding! Stop Isabelle! Sit on her if you have to. Just stop her from doing whatever she’s doing or I can never come home. -Alec.
Dear Alec and Magnus, I known we’re not really close, but Isabelle just came by to drop off a pleated orange velvet tux that she claims I will be wearing to your wedding. Is this true, and if so, why orange? -Simon.
I know you worry about me needing you, but I shouldn’t be with you because I need you. I should be with you because I love you.
It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.
She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn’t be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.