“Dex: You're my wife. I love you. Rosarita: Sometimes love isn't enough.”
“I love you,too, Garrett. But sometimes love isn't enough.”
“Sometimes love isn't enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it?”
“My wife and I make love every night, sometimes even to each other.”
“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.”
“She loved you, Dex” Another fucking blow to my motherfucking heart. I was surprised it hadn’t been pulverized to dust by now.”