He's not here." "Not here like he just popped around the corner to the bodega for a six-pack of Diet Coke and a box of Krispy Kremes, or not here like...
Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.
Why not risk your life, if you don't want to live anyway? Why not risk your life if you'll never be happy no matter what you do?
Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.
molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, iz? jace asked. i'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the accords.
i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i? ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move
Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common." "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.
I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.
Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—
One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true.
There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.
Nice, bah. He's gorgeous." Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.
I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
There was something in the moonlight tonight. It was stroking the stonework and spires, leaning into cracks between the cobblestones, caressing the stained-glass windows. She felt her heart lift with magic.
Nearly unable to bear the thought of how much he needed her quiet strength, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cold glass.
Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.
In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.
The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it shattered, it would never come back together again.
I'm being fair, it was the best kiss of my life- a kiss that finds all your seams and pulls them apart, stitch by detail stitch.
Here's what I think: it's one thing to know that rejection is coming, and it's an entirely different thing when it arrives.
