L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.
So what’s their plan, hitting Sebastian over the head with Jace until he passes out?
You have a book that’s also a face?
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked? Jace: I was following you. Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly in love with me?
She hated that will had this effect on her. Hated it. She knew better. She knew what he thought of her. That she was worth nothing. And still a look from him could make her tremble with mingled hatred and longing. It was like poison in her blood, to which Jem was the only antidote.
Simon, you’re blushing,” observed Jace. “And you’re a vampire and almost never blush, so this better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vacuum cleaners? Umbrellas?
I think Zachariah just stole our cat. I swear I saw him putting Church into the backseat of a car.
I think sometimes we are reckless with our hearts the way we are with our lives. When we give them away, we give every piece. And if we do not get what we so desperately need, how do we live?
If you have a soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.
The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she’d known in middle school who’d wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.
Pulvis et umbra sumus.
Honestly, Clary, if you don’t start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don’t know what I’ll do with you.
You know,” Kirk said finally, breaking the silence. “I see it. He is pretty hot.
Jace threw himself against the door. It didn’t budge. He cursed. “My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.” -Jace to Clary, pg.284-.
There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.
We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Last time you were starving, I gave you my blood. It was a little homoerotic, maybe, but I’m secure in my sexuality.
I was going to kill someone today. I just wasn’t sure who when I woke up this morning. I do love mornings. So full of possibilities.
The wishes of our hearts are weapons that can be used against us.
Silence.
I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers.