Demon pox,? said Will with the satisfaction of the truly vindicated.
You asked me how I, being immortal, survive so many deaths. There is no great secret. You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.
Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale. Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.
Nerd love. It’s a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.
Beauty is harsh.
I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. I told myself I did, I told myself you wanted me to, and so I tried, but I never did. I wanted you more than I wanted to be good. I wanted you more than I wanted anything, ever.
One minute you’re munching on a faerie plum the next minute you’re running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,′ he added hastily, ’that this has ever happened to me.
We love reproducing. Its one of our favorite things.
Like what you see?
Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.
What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?
More than anything, she wanted to crawl across the bloody sand toward the place where Jace’s body lay, crawl to him and lay down beside him and put her arms around him, even though he was gone.
Life was an uncertain thing, and there were some moments one wished to remember, to imprint upon one’s mind that the memory might be taken out later, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and admired and recollected anew. – Sophie and Gideon Lightwood.
Clary, you’re an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don’t. It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn’t make you crazy – just different. There’s nothing wrong with being different.
Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us. And there is a beauty that brevity alone provides.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t chop him into worthless-bastard-themed confetti. – Isabelle Lightwood.
If I cannot reach Heaven, I will raise Hell.
Freely we serve, because we freely love.
Tessa looked quickly to Will, but he only crossed the room as he always did to lean against the fireplace mantel. Cecily had never been able to decide if he did this because he was perpetually cold or because he thought he looked dasing standing before the leaping flames.
Always when Will did something to protect Tessa, Jem thought it was for his sake, not for Will’s. Always Will wished Jem could be entirely right. Each needle prick had it own name. Guilt. Shame. Love.