Cats actually do okay here,” said Diana. “They’re a little demony themselves.
Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others. It was why she had not told Will she loved him, when there was nothing either of them could do about it.
I don’t know what I want, except that I don’t want to give up yet.
Life could not be entirely devoted to debauchery and monkeys.
Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.
Because that was what being parabatai meant, Emma knew. Feeling someone else’s pain as if it was your own.
He would be as everyone was, especially Shadowhunters: a patch-work of love and grief, of gains and losses. The love helped you accept the grief. You had to feel it all.
A thousand dark nights spent riding with no home to arrive at.
But in goodness there is no safety: virtue could cut like a knife, and the fire of heaven is blinding.
Emma was the only person he had ever desired, and the force of that desire sometimes stunned him. Never more than tonight. He had lost himself in her, in them, for some totality of time; he had felt only his body and the part of his heart that loved and was uninjured. Emma was all the good in him, he thought, all that burned bright.
When the south wing collapses, there could be flying debris,” Father remarked. “Any one of us could be injured.” He sounded very cheerful about this. ‘Best to stop on our way home and see the Silent Brothers.
He suspected he knew what would happen to him if he lost Clary.
There’s always a little wiggle room,” he’d told Simon, “a little space to figure these things out yourself.” He’d taught Simon to ask questions, to challenge authority, to understand and believe in rules before he followed them. There was a noble Jewish heritage of arguing, his father liked to say, even when it came to arguing with God.
I’m a straightforward person. I’m going to knock on the door.
He spared a moment to hope that Edmund Herondale would find comfort in the arms of his beautiful mundane love, that he would live a life that made all he had lost and all he had suffered seem worthwhile.
There is much that is good in you, Kieran.
I’m so sorry, Jace.” His eyes gleamed in the darkness. “I don’t understand why mundanes always apologize for things that aren’t their fault.” “I’m not apologizing. It’s a way of – empathizing. Of saying that I’m sorry you’re unhappy.
We are but dust and shadows, as the saying goes,” said James. “Of course the saying does not add, ‘Some of us also turn into shadows occasionally, when the mood takes us.’ I suppose nobody predicted that I would come to pass. It’s true that I have been told I am somewhat unpredictable.
Certainly it would be wonderful if we all knew exactly who we were.
It’s hard to say.” Helen shut the window. “Julian has always been able to make sacrifices that were difficult and hide the pain it caused him.