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.
Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.
She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.
I do urge you to welcome children. Even one child will make a difference in your life that you cannot fathom. I promise you, my girl.
All I know is that I love you. And for the first time, that's good enough.
I have a plan." He groaned. "I was afraid of that." "My plans are terrible." "Isabelle's plans are terrible." He pointed a finger at her. " plans are suicidal. At best.
It’s me,” said Jace. “Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.
We’re meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not from the truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves. -Jace Wayland
There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —
Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?' 'Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.' 'So your inner vampire is Magnus?
Does that mean you agree?" He groaned. "I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down." "Fantastic.
Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.
Ah,” said Magnus. “Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing, while also being an object of mockery and hilarity for those of us who are more sophisticated.
He is a Shadowhunter,” said Jocelyn. “His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant.” “He’s my friend,” said Magnus coldly. “His loyalty is to me.
The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when the Great Creator was a child himself.
If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty!
And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say: You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.
Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing.
Whenever a woman strengthens the faith of a child, she contributes to the strength of a family - now and in the future.
