He recognized and accepted this strange new feeling: that he would rather be hurt himself than hurt Alec.
You are home for me now.” – Jem to Tessa.
Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
You’re not happy to see me, then?′ Jace said. ‘I have to say, I’m surprised. I’ve always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cells.
The path to hell is an easy one.
I don’t want the world. I want you.
A great sadness welled up in Magnus at the sight of him. It was human to age and die, and Jem stood outside that humanity now, outside the light that burned so brightly and so briefly. It was cold outside that light and fire. No one had greater cause to know that cold than Magnus did.
He touched her face, gently, with the back of his hand. ‘you disappear so completely into your head sometimes.’ he said. ‘i wish i could follow you.’ you do, she wanted to say, you live in my head all the time.
Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234.
Luke could only imagine the odd picture they made: the starving vampire, the dying warlock, and the werewolf keeping watch at the window.
It’s okay to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth loving.
Is that,” Isabelle said in a low, amazed voice, “Brother Zachariah? When did he get hot?
Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.
The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.
I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead. -Jace Wayland.
The kitchen was bright, cheerful yellow, the walls decorated with framed chalk and pencil sketches Simon and Rebecca had done in grade school. Rebecca had some drawing talent, you could tell, but Simon’s sketches of people all looked like parking meters with tufts of hair.
And she tricked us into taking walkie-talkie rings she could listen in on,” Simon said. “I wouldn’t trust her further than I could throw a medium-sized elephant.
She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.
They said it was better to know your enemy, but how did it help to know that your enemy’s one weakness was your weakness too.
I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited.