“I can stand.”“It looks to me like you‘re using a wall to prop you up. that’s not my definition of ‘standing.’”“Its leaning,” Jace told him. “Leaning comes right before standing.”

“I'm all right,' Jace protested, but his hand gripped Alec's sleeve tightly. 'I can stand.' It looks to me like you're using a wall to prop you up. That's not my definition of "standing."'It's leaning,' Jace told him. 'Leaning comes right before standing.”

“John Cusack is standing over there.”I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed.“That’s not John Cusack. That’s Jerome.”“Seriously?”“Yup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.”“Keyword: looked. That guy doesn’t look like him. That guy is him.”

“The people in your life are like the pillars on your porch.Sometimes they hold you up, and sometimes they lean on you.Sometimes it's enough to know they are standing by.”

“Up here, people like that don’t exist,” Nash says quietly as he comes to stand beside me. He’s so close his shoulder is brushing mine. I fight the urge to lean against him.”

“I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up”