Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.

Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.

You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.

Screw the Silent Brothers." "No thanks. There's strong and silent, and then there's just freaky." "Isabelle!

The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in the lamplight—paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed.