“I love you. Always do.”
“Do you love me?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Always?” [...]“Always,” I whispered.”
“How much do you love me?"She drew in a breath and let it out. "Too much.""Too much is just enough for this man.""And do you love me?" she whispered."I have always loved you. Always. You know that.”
“I love you. Sidhe, I know I have no right to tell you this, but I do. I always will.”
“It will be scary. But I know you can do it. Know that I'll be with you, if there's any way that I can manage it. And know that I have always -and will, for always- love you.”
“I love you, Clary wanted to say. And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you.”