Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house. Simon pointed at Jace.
Love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.
Why all these paintings of you? Because I’m an artist, Emma. These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.
Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex.At least you know he’s still available.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”
“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked?Jace: I was following you.Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly in love with me?
If we’re going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don’t know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don’t want them to die of excitement.
If there’s a thing I’ve learned in my life it’s to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don’t
Good. Because I don’t need protecting.”
“I knew you’d say that.But the thing is, sometimes you do. And sometimes I do. We’re meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.
There is no pretending”,Jace said with absolute clarity.”I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there’s a life after that,I’ll love you then.”
She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.
You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
He has fought many battles with us (Jace) By which you mean one battle muttered Simon. Two if you count the one I was a rat
We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It’s all very dull.
Fire wants to burn Water wants to flow Air wants to rise Earth wants to bindChaos wants to devourCal wants to live
Caliph Vathek and his dark hordeAre bound for Hell, you won’t be bored!Your faith in me will be restored—Unless this token you find untowardAnd my poor gift you have ignored.
You’re Valentine’s son. I’m sure you’re the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you’re charming. Maybe not at the moment.
You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into a vampire What? No! I fell. On your neck?
Jesus! Luke exclaimed.Actually, it’s just me, said Simon. Although I’ve been told the resemblance is startling.
That’s everyone’s dream, isn’t it, really? Instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves-one who gives you everything.
We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain,” said Matthew. “It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.
Hearts are breakable,” Isabelle said. “And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before”.
The world is terrible,” said Mark tonelessly. “And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them.
You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane)
And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we’re on our own.
Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray
There’s something about a place you’ve been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone… they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.
Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a manwho doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my Heart
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!
Emma, everyone’s 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.
I’m the warlock who’s here to cure you. Didn’t they tell you I was coming?I know who you are, but… Maia looked dazed. You look so…so…shiny.
She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either–a purely human one.
The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth.
One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one’s liking.
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
Haven’t you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?Only from ugly people, Jace confided. The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. He winked at the girls, who giggled and hid behind their hair.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.
As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.
Herondales.” Zachariah’s voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. “I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don’t carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.
We need to talk. All of us About what we’re going to do now.I was going to watch Project Runway.
There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.
Bitten? You mean you’re a-A werewolf, said the girl. Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole’s sister.
Well,” Tessa said, sighting along the line of the knife, “you behave as if you dislike me. In fact, you behave as if you dislike us all.”“I don’t,” Gabriel said. “I just dislike him.” He pointed at Will.“Dear me,” said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. “Is it because I’m better-looking than you?
To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.
Pulvis et umbra sumus. It’s a line from Horace. ‘We are dust and shadows’. Appropriate, don’t you think? Will said. It’s not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body – dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.
Magnus deeply disliked people who were early to business meetings. It was just as bad as being late, since it put everyone out, and even worse, people who were early always acted terribly superior about their bad timekeeping skills. They acted as though it were morally more righteous to get up early than to stay up late, even if you got the same amount of work done in the exact same amount of time. Magnus found it to be one of the great injustices of life.
People aren’t born good or bad. Maybe they’re born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.
We? Simon looked at him in disbelief. Are you ever going home?What, bored with my company already? Let me ask you something, Simon said. Do you find me fascinating to be around?What was that? Jace said. Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.
I swear that woman had a previous career as a death-hunter selling tragic ballads down around the Seven Dials, said Will. And I do wish she wouldn’t sing about poisoning just after we’ve eaten.
If you love someone, you’re not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie–not really dead but not really alive, either.
His eyes softened. “But it doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary. 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.
To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser’s hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.
Well I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
What makes you think that Valentine’s change of plans had anything to do with your brother? Because only Jace can piss someone off that much.
It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.
He wasn’t ready for death, but if it came today, he would face it with his head held high and Alexander Lightwood’s name on his lips.
I can’t believe he didn’t have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter, said Jace. I must say, I’m disappointed in the little fellow.