I think Zachariah just stole our cat. I swear I saw him putting Church into the backseat of a car.
I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece. And if we do not get what we so desperately need, how do we live?
If you have a soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.
The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she’d known in middle school who’d wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.
Pulvis et umbra sumus.
Honestly, Clary, if you don’t start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don’t know what I’ll do with you.
You know,” Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. “I see it. He is pretty hot.
Jace threw himself against the door. It didn’t budge. He cursed. “My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.” -Jace to Clary, pg.284-.
There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.
We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Last time you were starving, I gave you my blood. It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality.
I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.
The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us.
Silence.
I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers.
I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,? – Magnus Bane.
But it doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that wheter God exists or not, we’re on our own. But when I’m with you, I’m not.
Everyone gets the time they get together, and no more. Maybe we’re not so different that way.
He’ll come back,” Simon said again. “For you.
Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart.
We shall throw him out onto the streets, I promise you he’ll be gone by morning. Oh-no, you can’t mean that- Of course I don’t. But you felt better for a moment there, didn’t you?