People often run even when they have nowhere to go,” said Cristina. “It is all about what you can bear in the place where you are.
I carved them into the staff on my first night in the City of Bones.
He learned that kisses and touches and professions of love could make you forget.
How did you jump off the cathedral roof and not die?” – Clary Fray.
He did not know if this was indomitable Isabelle crying, or whether it was sparkly mascara. All he knew was that she shone, like a constellation in the shape of a girl.
I will tell you the story of it. Another story of Lightwoods and Herondales and Fairchilds.
They are pretty to look at,” – Jace Wayland.
I know warlocks and Shadowhunters are very different, and there is a divide between your worlds that can be hard to cross. But as someone once said to me, the right man will not care. You can build a bridge over the divide and find each other. You can build something much greater than either of you could ever have built on your own.
People become locked in bitterness sometimes,” Tessa said, “and they wish to find someone, anyone, to blame for their grief.
Julian moved closer to the booth. It was at times like this he wished he was any good at flirting. He wasn’t. He had never in his life felt a flicker of desire for any girl who wasn’t Emma, so it was something he’d never learned to do.
Anna has a quality.” Matthew raised a thoughtful eyebrow. “The French would call it jolie laide.” Cordelia knew French well enough to frown. “Pretty-ugly? She’s not ugly!” “It doesn’t mean that,” Matthew said. “It means unusually pretty. Oddly beautiful. It denotes having a face with character.
Believe me, even partially releasing you from a fascist spell was my pleasure,” said Magnus, lifting a hand. He wore many rings, which glittered in the spring sunshine. Simon thought he must dazzle his enemies with his magical prowess, but also his glitter.
Simon was still hoping that somewhere in the Sadowhunter manual was the secret of the Vulcan death grip. After all, as his instructors kept reminding them: All the stories are true.
Your lady’s necklace?” Cecily said. “Well, I confess it does not suit you.” He stepped toward Cecily and drew the glittering chain over her dark head. The ruby fell against her throat as if it were made for her.
That the future isn’t fixed. If we see a path in front of us that we would not choose, then we can choose another path. Another future.
He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to Tessa’s hair. Behind his lids he did not see darkness, but the light of a London morning and Will there, smiling at him. A new soul made of you and Tessa, Will said. I can hardly wait to meet such a paragon. “Do you see him, too?” Tessa whispered. “I see him,” Jem said, and he held her even more tightly against him, the new life they had created together between them.
You can never replace what you’ve lost, can you?” Tessa said. “You can only find new love to fill the void left behind.” As always, the memory of Will sat between them, his absence a presence. “We both learned that lesson too young,” Jem said, “but I suppose everyone learns it eventually. Loss is what it means to be human.
Will’s absence had left behind a void that nothing could fill. There was, all these years later, still pain. But the pain was evidence of love, was a reminder of Will.
He wasn’t perfect like Diego, but to Emma, there had never been anyone more beautiful.
Doubt it,” said Emma. “He had a crossbow, and none of them have been killed with crossbows. But he hurt Jules, so when we track him down, I’m going to chop him up and feed him to my fish.” “You don’t have fish,” Julian said. “Well, I’m going to buy some,” said Emma. “I’m going to buy goldfish and feed them blood until they acquire a taste for human flesh.