Madam Dorothea shot him a dark look. “If you were half as funny as you thought you were, my boy, you’d be twice as funny as you are.
I love you, Clary,” he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. “More than I ever – ” He broke off. “God. More than I probably should. You know that, don’t you?
If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.
To draw something is to try to capture it FOREVER, if you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.
Usually when you’re in love, you’re miserable.
With hope at last.
If you call an electric eel a rubber duckie, it doesn’t make it a rubber duckie and God help the poor bastard who has a bath with the duckie.
There’s no reason for any warlock to be interested in her unless he’s in the market for nonfunctional crystal balls.
Better to love and fear than feel nothing.
You think they are kind, that the Nephilim are kind, because they are good, but goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue. -Amatis Herondale.
Magnus raised his head and looked up and over at Alec; it was a look that made Clary flush and glance away. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it felt wrong to see it.
He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. “I do not know who to be without him.
She wondered if there were any ugly vampires, or maybe any fat ones. Maybe they didn’t make vampires out of ugly people. Or maybe ugly people just didn’t want to live forever.
Clary’s eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to say to Jace about his timing, after she drowned him in the lake.
I am a hundred and forty six years old and this is not my first unwinnable war.
I think you were the wrong person for the Jace that I was, but not the Jace that I am now, the Jace you helped make me. Who is, incidentally, a Jace I like much better than the old one. You’ve changed me for the better, and even if you left me, I would still have that.
James Carstairs! Jem! Where are you, you disloyal bastard?
Just coffee. Black-like my soul.
It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.
I think we have established in so many ways that I am hot enough for the both of us.