How they loved each other, these three, how they had suffered for each another, and yet how much joy they clearly took from simply being in the same room.
Later Matthew would look back and remember it as his last happy day.
But I guess that's what a relationship seems like to me: that no matter what else is going on, you're happiest when you're together.
Do you see that man? Isabelle asked, pointing at Simon. Apparently she was talking about him. That's Simon Lewis, and he is my boyfriend. So if any of you think about trying to hurt him because he's a mundie or—may the Angel have mercy on your soul—pursuing him romantically, I will come after you, I will hunt you down, and I will crush you.
Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad.
No, you don't need to help me. But if you don't, there's nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can't kill me. Think of it as me leaning against your Heavenly doorbell… forever.
Lightwoods, Magnus said. They always have to have the last word.
I missed him, so when he got back, I made him promise he wouldn't go anywhere without me again.
I'm always so glad I have no idea what you're vacantly chattering about, said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.
Threatening the High Warlock. Better and better. Maybe we should head down to vampire clan headquarters and punch Anselm Nightshade in the face.
Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. What do you care if Alec's miserable?
Or he could take the step out into nothingness and choose Magnus, the far stranger poetry of him, his brilliance and anger, his sulks and joys, the extraordinary abilities of his magic and the no less breathtaking magic of the extraordinary way he loved.
The Queen‘s smile was wide and terrible. What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?
The conviction that everyone in this house must be dead had gained such a hold on Magnus that it was a shock when the woman who had summoned him here opened the door.
It took courage to live an immortal life and not close off your heart and mind to any new experiences or new people. Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.
If you say any word over and over fast enough, it loses all it's meaning.
Pity," Magnus said, closing his eyes again. "It would be nice if you could just lie down with me here. Just… for a little while.
We need to talk, she said. All of us. About what we‘re going to do now.
It was only on the way home that Anna realised that Ariadne had asked her to the library and not shown her a single book.
But then there were other times, like this, when he looked at Jem and saw no mark of illness on him, and wondered what it would be like in a world where Jem was not dying. And that did not bear thinking about either. It was a terrible black place in himself that the fear came from, a dark voice he could only silence with anger, risk, and pain.
He could bring a six-foot tall pink rabbit in a bikini back home with him if he wanted to. It's not my business. But if you're asking me if I've brought any girls back here, the answer is no. I don't want anybody but you.
Sometimes, when I have to do something I don't want to do, I pretend I'm a character from a book. It's easier to know what they would do.
Magnus believed that many old things were creations of enduring beauty. The pyramids. Michelangelo's David. Versailles. Magnus himself.
Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.
How is Ty? There is nothing wrong with Ty, but he is different, and the Clave hates all that is different. They will try to punish him, for being who he is. They would punish a star for burning.
Smarmy little prig, Will snarled, leaning father forward, as if he longed to reach through the magical portal and strangle Gabriel. When I get him alone...
We live and breathe words. It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.
I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.
If you can't tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
He wondered if you could be exhausted without knowing it, if hope could be lost not all at once but could slip away gradually, day by day, and vanish before you ever realized.
My one true love remains my self... I dump myself occasionally to keep it interesting.
No, said Jace. I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.
I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one's own heart.
People get scared, and they take it out on anyone they think is different. It's the same cycle I've seen a thousand times.
Will gave a short laugh. He was in gear as if he had just come from the practice room, and his hair curled damply against his temples. He was not looking at Tessa, but she had grown used to that. Will hardly ever looked at her unless he had to.
There's always the dinner rolls," said Will, pointing to a covered basket. "Though I warn you, they're as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.
Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn't interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.