It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings
Cassandra ClareShe had taken him for granted, she thought with surprise and shame, watching the flickering candlelight. She had assumed his kindness was so natural and so innate, she had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each of them from the other. Any effort to accept the loss of his family with equanimity. Any effort to remain cheerful and calm in the face of his own dying.
Cassandra ClareThere are memories that time can't erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend, Magnus Bane, if you don't believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable. Only bearable.
Cassandra ClareIf youโre being punished,โ Clary said, โthen so am I. Because all those things you felt, I felt them too, but we canโtโwe have to stop feeling this way, because itโs our only chance.โ Jaceโs hands were tight at his sides. โOur only chance for what?โ โTo be together at all. Because otherwise we canโt ever be around each other, not even just in the same room, and I canโt stand that. Iโd rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all
Cassandra Clare