You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
Love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger.
I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.
And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.
Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.
Every heart has its own melody.
Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.
If love is great, then it is worth fighting for.
I mean, is there a chance for me? To have another life after this, a better one?
He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.
He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.
Simon-But werewolfs don’t like our kind! Jordan-I do. It’s his kind I don’t like. They think they’re better than everyone else. Jace-No, I think I’m better than everybody else. City of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, and Jordan.
Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.
Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.
One finds nobility in the oddest places.
Being Jem, Tessa reflected, must be a great deal like being the owner of a thouroughbred dog that liked to bite your guests. You had to have a hand on his collar constantly.
His beauty did not blaze like Will’s did in fierce colors and repressed fire, but it had its own muted perfection, the loveliness of snow falling against a silver gray sky.
She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.
I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.
Women do not think with logic and discretion but with emotions of the heart.