Family before Law, Gideon.
Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I’d ever met.
Ty was pulling his headphones out of his pocket, bracing his black-sneakered feet just above the top step. ‘We’re Shadowhunters,’ he said. ‘We don’t run.
The moon came out from behind the cloud then, just as the door behind Kit and Ty flew open, and the Shadowhunters poured out. Several of the Centurions carried witchlights: The night lit up, and Kit saw the things coming up the road, spilling onto the grass. They clamored toward the Institute, and on the porch the Shadowhunters raised their weapons.
You carried on. You talked about bananas and lemons.
I wouldn’t trade you for all the glitter in Magnus’s loft.
Nobody should get nothing on their birthday. Birthdays should be special.
Maybe she was ill. Maybe she had developed a fever from looking at Ariadne.
I thought you came down right on the side of go directly to jail, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars.
Now he was older, and he knew how complicated the world could be. It still hurt like an unexpected blow when he saw that shining ideal tarnished. If he were in charge of it all-.
Immortals. We’re used to seeing each other off and on through the centuries. Years go by, then someone’s back and it’s just the way it was before. Because we stay the same, though the world doesn’t. When someone dies, it takes us a while to process. You think to yourself: I wonder when I’ll see him again. Then you remember, and it’s a shock every time. You have to keep reminding yourself, until you believe it: I’ll never see him again.
Los fantasmas son recuerdos, y los llevamos porque los que amamos no dejan el mundo.
No puedes salvar a otros, hasta que no te hayas salvado a ti mismo.
She loved him, the way the she should love Julian: Uncle Arthur would have called it philia, friendship love.
This was the part she liked the last, the anticipation before the release of violence. Duringa fight nothing mattered but the fight itself, now she had to strugglw to keep her mind on the task at hand.
Julian doesn’t lie.
James Carstairs would always come to the aid of a Herondale. He would never stop repaying the debts of love.
She too had been a child born of storms, he thought, as had he, as had Will. All three had risen in love through their struggles to find happiness – and without the struggle would the happiness have been so great?
She was afraid of nothing and demanded everything.
Love, real love, is being seen. Being know. Knowing the ugliest part of someone, and loving them anyway. And... I guess I think two people in love become something else, something more than the sum of their parts, you know?