I just don't see why the past has to matter.

Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

One finds nobility in the oddest places.

You can't raise a child to believe the opposite of what you do.

I can trust you, Jessie, but you're clearly not well enough to go. Which is unfortunate, since Aloysius always had a weakness for a pretty face." "Even more reason why I should go," said Will.

Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.

He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.