What would you give someone who likes to play the piano?” “A piano.” “Simon.” “A really huge metronome that could also double as a weapon?
Was it better to think you had lost everything, and to start over? Or easier to know that the people you loved were alive, even if you could never see them again?
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
I don’t think so,” Clary said. “I think maybe she reminded me of you.” “Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails?
Come on," he said. "Let's get back to Alec before he decides Isabelle and Simon are having sex off in the caves and starts freaking out.
We came upon a massacre at the Shrine of Prometheus. The humans were ripped to shreds. There was no one ieft alive to say what happened, said Eros.
I think,” Jace said, “that you don’t want to tell your secrets, so you decided to break up with Alec because...
Jace shook his head. “I don’t care if I did just set myself on fire,” he said. “I’m not hugging you.
You have no idea what it is," Ty said in a clipped voice. "You can't say it's going to be okay. You don't know.
So I'm your first ever Shadowhunter, huh?" Alec said when they separated at last. "You're my first so many things, Alec Lightwood.
Everyone has the potential to be extraordinary. As long as you have a soul and free will, you can be anything, do anything, choose anything.
It was one thing to have a demon for a parent. It was another thing when your father owned a significant portion of Hell's real estate.
And I suppose you know who Magnus’ father is?” Luke said. “I paid a lot of money once to find it out,” Raphael said.
I do tasks for the gods, usually things like tracking down rare items or taking someone safely to a destination." D'Molay the Freeman Tracker
I often think how unadventurous my life must seem from the outside, though I do like my job.
This is pride when the soul abandons Him to Whom it ought to cleave as its end and becomes a kind of end to itself. This happens when it becomes its own satisfaction.
Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages.
Hodge had given up a long time ago trying to live a better life or a different one; all he wanted was not to be afraid, and so he was afraid all the time
I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.
She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.
Well, not in this case. He reached into the Inquisitor and he ..." Clary shuddered. "There was a lot of blood." "Like a special bonus for you," Jace said to Simon. Simon ignored this.
