Cassandra Clare

“No more.The yin fen has taken so much from me: my family, the years of my life, the strength in my body, the breath in my lungs. It will not take from me this too: the most precious thing we are given by the Angel. The ability to love. I love Tessa Gray.And I will make sure that she knows it.”

“It can be... difficult to to learn how the world truly is, to see it in its true shape and form... most human beings never do. Most could not bear it.”

“Without him, [Nate] she was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into bottomless darkness...”

“Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.”

“Look. I don’t want to push you into anything, but do you maybe want to —” “Call Magnus? Look, that’s a dead end, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but —” “—kiss me?” Jace finished. Alec looked as if he were about to fall off his chair. “WHAT? What? What?” “Once what would do.” Jace did his best to look as if this were the sort of suggestion one made all the time. “I think it might help.” Alec looked at him with something like horror. “You don’t mean that.” “Why wouldn’t I mean it?” “Because you’re the straightest person I know. Possibly the straightest person in the universe.” “Exactly,” Jace said, and leaned forward, and kissed Alec on the mouth. The kiss lasted approximately four seconds before Alec pulled forcefully away, throwing his hands up as if to ward Jace off from coming at him again. He looked as if he were about to throw up. “By the Angel,” he said. “Don’t ever do that again.” “Oh yeah?” Jace grinned, and almost meant it. “That bad?” “Like kissing my brother,” said Alec, with a look of horror in his eyes. “I thought you might feel that way.” Jace crossed his arms over his chest. “Also, I’m hoping we can just gloss over all the irony in what you just said.” “We can gloss over whatever you want to,” Alec said fervently. “Just don’t kiss me again.”

“I just don't see why the past has to matter.”

“As long as we're together, I'm ready for anything.”

“Being sixteen forever sounded good until you really thought about it. Then it didn't seem like such a great prospect.”

“Everything that happens to you matters to me.”

“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?”

“I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.”

“Eternity is a long time to spend alone, without others of your kind.”

“Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.”

“Charlotte, Will’s beingvexing.''And the sun has come up in the east,'said Jem, to no one in particular.”

“You may call an eletric eel a rubber duck but that does not make it a rubber duck and god help the poor bastard who takes a bath with the duckie”

“We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one.”

“At least Kyle wasn't home. That would be a hard one to explain to his new roomate. Nobody liked a guy who kept blood in the fridge.”

“Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising, ' he means 'morally deficient. '" "No, I mean enterprising, " said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done. ”

“Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact.”

“If you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.”

“Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.”

“You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance", Jem said.”

“Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding.Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.”“What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.”

“I remember you saying that growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.I guess that means I've grown up now...”

“Jem’s knees gave out, and he sank to the trunk at the foot of his bed, still playing. He played Will breathing the name Cecily, and he played himself watching the glint of his own ring on Tessa’s hand on the train from York, knowing it was all a charade, knowing, too, that he wished that it wasn’t. He played the sorrow in Tessa’s eyes when she had come into the music room after Will had told her she would never have children. Unforgivable, that, what a thing to do, and yet Jem had forgiven him. Love was forgiveness, he had always believed that, and the things that Will did, he did out of some bottomless well of pain. Jem did not know the source of that pain, but he knew it existed and was real, knew it as he knew of the inevitability of his own death, knew it as he knew that he had fallen in love with Tessa Gray and that there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.”

“Brown is a manly color”

“One finds nobility in the oddest places.”

“She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.”

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

“I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.”

“A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.' 'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.”

“For that was love, wasnt it--to burn bright in someone else's eyes?”

“The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.”

“But I will never have a bride.”

“I played it for my bride, and one day you will play for yours.”

“What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.”

“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 as he was.”

“Why are you here?""'Here' as in your bedroom, or 'here' as in the great, spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking me whether this is all some cosmic coincidence or if there's a greater meta-ethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, modern-day reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but-,"-"I'm going back to bed."-"I'm here because Hodge reminded me it's your birthday.”

“I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.”

“OR am I the only warlock you know?""No... but you are the only warlock we know who happens to dating a friend of ours.”

“Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.”

“Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.”

“Jace said that the cast of Gilligan's Island could do something anatomically unlikely with themselves.”

“Simon-But werewolfs don't like our kind!Jordan-I do. It's his kind I don't like. They think they're better than everyone else.Jace-No, I think I'm better than everybody else. City of Fallen Angels- Jace, Simon, and Jordan.”

“But if you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.”

“You have to give everyone ugly motives for everything they do, because ugly motives are all you understand.”

“You don't understand,' she said, and there was a puzzling trace of resentment in her voice. 'Children never do. The love a parent has for a child, there's nothing else like it. No other love so consuming.”

“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”“Is that good?”“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned.”

“Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.He broke off the kiss, and drew back.“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.”

“My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.”