To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.
She’d cried loudly enough that the man sitting across from her had offered her a tissue, and she’d screamed, what do you think you’re looking at jerk? At him, because that was what you did in New York. After that she felt a little better.
The only way you would have failed,” she said, “is if you had.
We all must sacrifice for love.
It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone.
There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don’t think it matters. Either way, we’re on our own.
There must always be a first,” said Jem. “It is not easy to be first, and it is not always rewarding, but it is important.
You know, when most girls say they want a “big rock”, they don’t mean, you know, literally a BIG ROCK.
Magnus knelt first. Clary would never have guessed that. Magnus was so proud, but then it was a pride that transcended the emptiness of gestures. She doubted it would shame him to kneel when it meant nothing to him.
There was something about having someone care about you like that that made you feel like you could never be totally alone.
Alec said you do that,” said Jace. “Deflect questions about yourself with jokes.
Then Alec had smiled at one of Magnus’s jokes, and the smile had lit a lamp in his solemn face, making his blue eyes brilliant, and briefly taking Magnus’s breath away.
Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is the sweeter for the pain of loss.
Take me home. But this was home, Jace’s arms surrounding her, the cold wind of Alicante in their clothes, her fingers digging into the back of his neck, the place where his hair curled softly against the skin.
Somebody incredibly attractive just came into the room, and I ceased to pay attention to a word you were saying.
I don’t carol, said Simon. I’m Jewish. I only know the dreidel song.
Goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue.
When we suffer, we survive.
When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her.
Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half?