“They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite”

“Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.”

“Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.”

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you."You do, she wanted to say. You live in my head all the time.”

“How could you have guessed?” Miserable though Will was, he felt free, as if a heavy burden had been displaced from him. “I did all I could to hide and deny it. You—you never hid your feelings. Looking back, it was clear and plain, and yet I never saw it. I was astonished when Tessa told me that you were engaged. You’ve always been the source in my life of such good things, James. I never thought you would be the source of pain, and so, wrongly, I never thought of your feelings at all. And that is why I was so blind.”

“It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.''And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.”

“Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".”