The words seemed to be coming out without her thoughts forming them first, as if they were creating their own reality by being spoken.
The sea wears down cliffs, Emma, and turns them into sand; so love wears us down and breaks our defenses.
Emma looked across the room and met Clary’s green gaze with her own. She thought of Clary kneeling in front of her in Idris, holding her hands, complimenting Cortana. She thought of how the kindnesses that were shown to children were things they never forgot.
No mission is so dangerous it isn’t worth doing in style.
I have to figure out who I am before I can accept that I’m someone who deserves someone like you.
Why is there a perfect boy in the world and no one has told me?
My boyfriend is a Shadowhunter, for heaven’s sake. Literally, for heaven’s sake.
Unasked-for advice is criticism, my dear.
Goodness,” Tessa said. “If you keep seeing six-fingered Nigel like this, he’ll expect you to declare your intentions.” Jem choked on his tea.
He had been wrong. But he was wrong so often, what was one more time?
I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that.
The I shall have London,” – Sebastian Morgenstern.
Every Shadowhunter should have a stele.
We demons get the blame, but we only open the door. It is humanity who steps through it.
Outnumbered isn’t necessarily overmatched.
Don’t worry, Shinyun. I know a spell that can break out of all but the most powerful pentagrams.” Magnus waved his hands around for a second, then stopped and shrugged. “Oh yes, I forgot. I could have broken us out, but I lost my powers because someone poisoned me.” “I hate you,” Shinyun whispered. “I might add, Cursed Daughter is a terrible nickname,” said Magnus.
People are more than one thing.
He and Jia occasionally made cutting remarks about various Clave members to each other in Mandarin. She was a nice lady.
Perhaps all love sailed too close to madness. The deeper the love, the more dangerous.
Even so long after sunset, the sky in the west was touched with feather-strokes of crimson and black. The wind was blowing from the east, which meant that even in the middle of the city you could breathe in desert: sand and grit, cactus and coyotes, the burning scent of sage.