I only have two reactions to bad news. Uncontrollable rage and then a sharp left turn into boiling self-hatred.
Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body,” said Simon. “That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes.
James wanted friends, but he had not wanted to be the kind of friend who people settled for, because they could not get any better. Except he was, as he had always secretly feared, tedious and poor company. He did not know why books had not taught him how to talk so other people wanted to listen.
I’m seventeen; we’re all perverts.” – Jace Lightwood.
Do not confuse conditioning with a native inability.
He remembered traveling across the sea, having lost his family, not knowing that he was going to his best friend.
Alec, with his heartbreaking contradictions, shy and brave, relentless and tender. Alec’s midnight-blue eyes, and the look on his face when they had their first kiss. And their last.
Even if one half of her heart was gone forever, the other half was still here.
He had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Tangled black hair and eyes like blue glass. Elegant cheekbones, a full mouth, and long, thick lashes.
The eyes of another can be a mirror more effective than water. If you will look at me, I can see my reflection in yours.
Cortana,” he said. “Made by Wayland the Smith, the legendary forger of Excalibur and Durendal. Said to choose its bearer. When Ogier raised it to slay the son of Charlemagne on the field, an angel came and broke the sword and said to him, ‘Mercy is better than Revenge.
Horace reminded him of politicians shouting on TV, red-faced men who always seemed angry and always wanted you to know there was something you needed to be afraid of.
Mark had a smile that could break your heart. It seemed to take up his whole face and brighten his eyes, firing the blue and gold from inside.
The trousers and jacket do not make me a man, and the necklace does not make me a woman. They are only what makes me feel beautiful and powerful in this moment. I am exactly as I choose to be.
And there is something else.” He hesitated. “Tessa is pregnant.
If you don’t fear death, then let Kieran meet it.
We all tell the truth as we see it.
She wondered if not being able to help the people you loved was the worst feeling in the world.
If aught but death part thee and me, Emma,” he said, and pressed his lips to the strands. Emma closed her eyes as she whispered, “Julian. Julian. If aught but death part thee and me.
She ached at the sight of his painter’s hands, strong and articulate, the soft darkness of his hair, the cupid’s bow of his lip, the color of his eyes. The way he moved, his artist’s grace, the things about him that whispered Julian to her.