Don't you know, you idiot, that that is what every fool of a woman says about her child? Miss Bulstrode's thoughts.
Jem put the full force of himself into each smile, so that he seemed to be smiling with his eyes, his heart, his whole being.
Ah,” said a voice from the doorway, “having your annual ‘everyone thinks Will is a lunatic’ meeting, are you? “It’s biannual,” said Jem. “And no, this is not that meeting.
Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.
When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.
He was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
The Will I fell in love with, she almost said."And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.
So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. 'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.
Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.
I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.
If I held a revolver to your head, James, and pulled the trigger, would it really matter if I did not know that there were not bullets in the chambers?
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
But Nita had always seen having a child as selfish. Why bring another soul into this world, she'd say, when there are so many out there that need our help?
Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.
(Jace) "Is there anything special you want to see? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Only if it falls on Sebastian's head, she thought.
She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.
I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.
There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.
What a tricky and uncomfortable thing is conscience, that nearly always begins to trouble us at the moment of, or after, the event, not before, when it might be of some use.
You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
