“But they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?"Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough.”
“But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?”
“I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer.""I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.”
“Some guys look at you like they only want sex. Jace looks at you like you've had sex - it was great and now you're just friends. Drives girls crazy. Know what I mean?" Yes. Clary thought. "No." Clary said.”
“Clary grinned at Luke. “So you’re not moving to Idris, I take it?”“Nah,” he said. He looked as happy as she’d ever seen him. “The pizza here is terrible.”
“Sometimes love isn't enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it?”