How exhausting, Clary thought, to fight all your life and then be expected to continue that fight even when your life was over.
But we loved with a love that was more than love –.
I suppose we all want things we cannot have.
Marry on Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday the best day of all, Thursday for crosses, Friday for losses, and Saturday for no luck at all. – Folk rhyme.
I’m not sure about anything. I hate being in charge. I hate making the decisions. I’m terrified of losing Mark. I’m terrified of losing Emma. I want someone to take over. I’m not as strong as you think. The things I want are wrong and broken things to want.
What is it about mundanes and their overwhelming compulsion to state the obvious?
Do you have her phone number?” Aline asked. “In case we get separated, or something?
Jace’s grin was a white flash in the darkness. “It means ‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234.’” “Jace – ” It means, said Jeremiah, The descent into Hell is easy.
It’s official,” he declared to no one in particular. “This is the worst vacation ever.
What if one of the times I Changed, when I turned back into myself, I didn’t do it quite right? What if this isn’t even my true face?
Her nerves tingled with a sudden alarm. The pattern didn’t speak of love and commitment to her; there was something else there, something darker, something that spoke of control and submission, of loss and darkness.
A warlock summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his own blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to those men to drink. Those who drank the Angel’s blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children.
I had hope enough to take out those old dreams again, to dust them off and give them to you.
I, for one, am a little curious as to what the High Warlock of Brooklyn’s name is doing inside your head.
It’s easier to end someone else’s love for you than kill your love for them. Convince them that you don’t love them, or that you are someone they cannot respect.
The world was its own sort of crucible, and in it all dreams were tempered and tested. Many crumbled away entirely, and then you went on without them.
Battle is different. Battle is what Shadowhunters do. Fighting is in my body, not my mind. As long as I can wear headphones.
Loss was an inevitability of love, pain the inescapable price of joy. Everyone had to learn this someday – maybe this was what it meant to grow up.
My brother always says you have to start somewhere.
There is nothing,” he added, “quite like the moral absolutism of the young. It’s easy, as a child, to believe in good and evil, in light and dark.