Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?
Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies.
Do you really wish to disobey me, Marbas? Do you wish to anger my father?
Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!? He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.
It’s always better to live the truth than to live a lie.
What he needs now is to love and have that love returned.
I feel myself diminished, parts of me spiralling away into the darkness, that which is good and honest and true – If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?
She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each one of them from the other.
I tell myself he’s better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn’t?
But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?
God knows we’re all drawn to what’s beautiful and broken.
They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.
Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.
And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace’s shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.
Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he’d held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it – he’d known she was as strong has he was.
They say you cannot love two people equally at once,” she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will – you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.
There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.
Sometimes,” Jem said, “our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered – that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you, though, from experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can’t imagine, or even really remember, how things were before.