He had never felt entirely comfortable around Raphael. Raphael seemed to him like Loki or some other trickster God, sometimes working for good and sometimes for evil, but always in his own interests.
The foundations of your childhood, they stay with you.
And that – he pointed ahead – is the road to Hell. That’s where we’re going. I have always heard it was paved with good intentions, said Simon.
True. I’d always hoped that when I finally said ‘I love you’ to a girl, she’d say ‘I know’ back, like Leia did to Han in Return of the Jedi.
He looked surprised, as if he were not used to such praise, but surely he must be, Tessa thought in confusion. Surely everyone who knew him knew how lucky they were.
People always said that things never turned out the way you imagined they would. People were wrong.
Emma Cordelia Carstairs,” he said. He looked both very young and very old at the same time. There was blood at his throat where his faded rune stood out, but it wasn’t his. He seemed to be searching her face, though for what, she couldn’t tell. “Stay with your parabatai.
You see it, don’t you James? Without Tessa there is nothing for me- no joy, no light, no life. If you loved me, you would let me have her. You can’t love her as I do. No one could. If you are truly my brother, you would do this for me.
But, like love, fire didn’t last.
Most people don’t cry when they’re upset or frightened, but rather when they’re frustrated.
We are dust and shadows.
Ave atque vale: Hail and farewell.
Do not regret too much of the choices you have made in the past, Gabriel. Only make the right choices in the future. We are ever capable of change and we are ever capable of being our better selves.
There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.
Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sake.
Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.
That’s right,” said Simon. “Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cub, I did it for you.” -Simon to Clary.
You’ll never understand us from reading a book, Will had said, but that wasn’t the point really. He didn’t know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning, that this one acknowledged that she existed and that there were others like her in the world.
For all my life,” he said, “when someone has said the work ‘beautiful’, it is your face I have seen. You are my own very definition of beautiful, Tessa.
Nephilim – we do tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love – my old tutor used to say that the hearts of Nephilim were like the hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.