Simon remembered a rhyme his mother used to recite to him, about magpies. You were supposed to count them and say: one for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. "Right," simon said. He had already lost count of the numbers of birds there were. Seven, he guessed. A secret that's never been told. Whatever that was.

I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?

Clary: "Aren't they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time anyway?"

What?" Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.

I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.

I get the feeling you'd rather pine over someone you can never possibly be with than try being with someone you can.