“Don’t do it. Don’t love me.”
“I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”
“Don’t do drugs, don’t have unprotected sex, don’t be violent. Leave that to me.”
“Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.”
“They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.”
“If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”