I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain

I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

Magnus gazed dreamily in his direction. "You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.

And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?" Clary gnawed her lower lip. "So I hear." "And you kill them, too?" Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back in his pocket and was examining his flawless nails for defects. "Only when they've been naughty.

I feel myself diminished, parts of me spiralling away into the darkness, that which is good and honest and true - If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?

I’d rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all—