You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.

That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" Isabelle said. "So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means.

As metal rang on metal, some inner part of Jem, some part that had been lost without his even knowing it was lost, felt the pleasure of fighting together with Will one last time.

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-

Then, if you love him," he said quietly, "please, Tessa, don't tell him what I just told you. Don't tell him that I love you.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood