Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)

Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

Alec," Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. "Are you okay?" Alec looked at him. "Who are you again?" Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked — for the first time Simon could remember — actually unnerved. It lasted only a moment, but it was there. "Alexander," he said. "Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it," Alec said.

Take my hands,” Alec said. “And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.

We came to see Jace. Is he alright?" "I don't know," Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.