Shadowhunters don’t say good-bye, not before a battle. Or good luck. You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance.
You have to know I wouldn’t wish for a different life,” she said. “This life brought me you.
If you can’t tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
She smiled smugly. “We came to an agreement, the duck and I.
Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He’s a shadowhunter.
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.” “If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.
There’s always the dinner rolls,” said Will, pointing to a covered basket. “Though I warn you, they’re as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.
Will interrupted. “Henry,” he said, “you’re on fire. You do know that, don’t you?
Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more.
Ladies’ hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.
Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed treehouse.
The man glanced down and made a face. “I see that many pigeons have pooped upon these stairs,” he remarked. “I shall remain standing, if that’s not too rude.
My head feels round,” Simon said sadly. “So round.
Maybe they didn’t make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn’t want to live forever.
But the Silent Brothers have tried everything to separate Jace from the Heavenly fire, and they can’t do it. It’s in his soul. So what’s their plan, hitting Sebastian over the head with Jace until he passes out?
Love makes us liars.
You’ve changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.” He paused. “Not that you should leave me,” he added hastily.
The best thing Valentine ever did for me was send me to you.
Magnus had heard the story of how the Nephilim were created many times. They must have forgotten to leave out the bit that said: And the Angel descended from on high and gave his chosen ones fantastic abs.
That was what humans did: They left on another messages through time, pressed between pages or carved into rock. Like reaching out a hand through time, and trusting in a phantom hoped-for hand to catch yours. Humans did not last forever. They could only hope what they made would endure.