Jem seemed to look through her then, as if he were seeing something beyond her, beyond the corridor, beyond the Institute itself. “Whatever you are physically,” he said, “male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.” He smiled them, seeming to have come back to himself, slightly embarrassed. “That’s what I believe.
These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
You know that feeling,” she said, “when you are reading a book, and you know that it is going to be a tragedy; you can feel the cold and darkness coming, see the net drawing tight around the characters who live and breathe on the pages. But you are tied to the story as if being dragged behind a carriage and you cannot let go or turn the course aside.
You belong where you’re loved.
Lex malla, lex nulla. A bad law is no law.
No one is ever the villain of their own story.
Everyone is afraid of something. We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn’t feel anything.
There is truth in stories,” said Arthur. “There is truth in one of your paintings, boy or in a sunset or a couplet from Homer. Fiction is truth, even if it is not a fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.
Being told that love is forbidden does not kill love. It strengthens it.
We are bound together, Emma, bound together – I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!
I love you, Julian Blackthorn. I love you more than starlight.
She looked out then, through the crowd, and saw Simon with the Lightwoods, looking at her across the empty space that separated them. It was the same way that Jace had looked at her at the manor. It was the one thread that bound these two boys that she loved so much, she thought, their one commonality: They both believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself.
I am one of the Clave. It’s in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you’re so sure this wasn’t my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn’t for my fellow warriors but for you?” His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. “I know-I knew-Alec wasn’t acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you...
Everyone is more than one thing,” said Kieran. “We are more than single actions we undertake, whether they be good or evil.
When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.
You’ll fix me, because we’re parabatai. We’re forever.
Sometimes the most ruthless heart speaks the most truth.
I’d do almost anything for you,” Simon said quietly. “I’d die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, you’d pick them? Is that – I don’t know, is that a moral sort of love at all?
You know what I am.” The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. “I’m part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn’t you?” His eyes bored into her like drills. “You saw what Valentine was trying to do. He used demon blood-used it on me before I was even born. I’m part monster. Part everthing I’ve tried so hard to burn out, to destroy.
There were valuable first editions of books in the enormous library, most of them had been scribbled in by some idiot named Will H.