That is not love. That is debt.
It was a lesson, Magnus thought, to love while you could, love what was fragile and beautiful and imperiled. Nobody was guaranteed forever.
All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.
It is unusual,” said Cristina, “for a revolution to call for fewer rights for people, not more.
If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget.
The most interesting women are always the most whispered about.
Women are fiercer by far than men.
Be good, my archer boy. Come back to me.
What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?” – Will Herondale.
In the dark and the shadows where secrets lived, that was where Julian survived. It was how he had managed for years.
Simon, don’t you think I’m scared of that too? You’re not the only one on that ledge. If we jump, we jump together. We fall together.
Isabelle. Let me just follow up by describing what a big mistake you would be making if you broke up with Alec. The Lightwoods are seriously hot people. some people say the Herondales used to be hot, but think about it-not only do we outnumber them, but we took their last hottie and we made him ours. obviously, we won the victory.
Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.
Mark spoke like a poem and walked like a dance.
She had taken him for granted, she thought with surprise and shame, watching the flickering candlelight. She had assumed his kindness was so natural and so innate, she had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each of them from the other. Any effort to accept the loss of his family with equanimity. Any effort to remain cheerful and calm in the face of his own dying.
If she kissed him, would he taste like blood or cloves or a mixture of the two?
Shadowhunters are slow to love but once we love, we love forever.
Sometimes you need to guard people against the things they want, as well as the things they fear.
Fine,” Emma said. She strode over to the corner and picked up the tapestry of Alec. “But I’m keeping this.
That’s right,” said Kit. He waved from the next booth. “I forgot my weapons. But I do have this fork.” He wiggled it. “You are so forked,” he said to Barnabas.