Do not seek revenge and call it justice.
For this I would be damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.
I’m afraid to answer that. I’ve heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.
I would have given it up – all of it up – to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder – a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.
Change is no loss, Will. Not always.
All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will see me like that?
Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt – fatal.
All Lightwoods look the same to me –.
If I had not been a Shadowhunter, I would have had a future on the stage. I have no doubt I would have been greeted with acclaim.
Well, then, since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.
The world is a wheel. When we rise or fall, we do it together.
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.
Their oldest child, James, had spoken laughingly about Will’s unrelenting fear of ducks and his continual battle to keep them out of the pond at the family home in Yorkshire.
Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.
If the marriage were valid, she’d be your sister-in-law.
If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?
Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn’t interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.
I want to kiss you one more time before I die.
When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you. – James Carstairs.