'Will,' she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. 'Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.'

Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

Why mundanes always insist on taking responsibility for things that aren't their fault is a mystery to me. You didn't force that cocktail down his idiotic throat." -Jace, pg.241-

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present

Dear God, woman,"said Will. "Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?