That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what’s the point of living if you can’t even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he’s got. It’s not fair.
Unfortunatley, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains my self.
I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.
The two are now bound inextricably. Should one die, the other will follow. No wepon in this world can wound only one of them.
You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.
I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we’re on our own. But when I’m with you, I’m not.
It’s been so long that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.
She had made the choice for him – in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it – not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she’d been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.
How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?
She’d rather hoped for something simple, like a lined piece of notebook paper with MY EVIL PLAN written across the top, but no luck.
I don’t care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.
Who do we belong with but each other?
Some Laws were meant to be broken.
You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.
It made him feel indispensable and needed – even if the fact that Jocelyn didn’t appear to care wheather he slept in her daughter’s bed or not did underscore that Clary’s mother apparently regarded him as about sexually threatening as a goldfish.
Grief makes you feel alone, but you’re not. I know you don’t believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you’re surrounded by people who love you, can’t you?
He produced a handkerchief – crisply folded – and handed it to her. She took it with silent astonishment. She’d never before known anyone who carried a handkerchief.
He understands now why kisses in movies are filmed the way they are, with the camera endlessly circling, circling: the ground is unsteady under his.
I suppose we all lie to ourselves sometimes.
There is more to someone being lovable than the way they look.