Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he’d learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
That’s why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don’t say anything, they just nod. The nod means, ‘I’ am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,? but they don’t say anything because they’re Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.
Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who’d come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who’d come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
So you’re a Shadowhunter,? Nate said. ‘De Quincey told me that you lot were monsters.’ ‘Was that before or after he tried to eat you?’ Will inquired.
But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.
Enough, both of you,? Clary said. ‘You can’t be complete jerks to each other forever, you know.’ Technically,? said Simon, ‘I can.’ Jace made an inelegant noise; after a moment Clary realized that he was trying not to laugh, and only semi-succeeding.
Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to ‘Jace’ or ‘Hot Stuff.
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood.
Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He’s very pretty, and vampires like that. I can’t say I mind either.
Jem: Come in. Jace: Where’s Brother Zachariah? Jem: I’m right here. Jace Herondale. And once more a Herondale is the object of my deliverance. I should have anticipated.
What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name.
If you wanted to rip my clothes off, you should have asked.
You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,” he said. “I wish I could follow you.
Your boyfriend’s dead. Thought you should know.
Oh, he’s rude to everyone,” said Isabelle airily. “It’s what makes him so damn sexy.
I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that.
You are not trivial.
Love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.