It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

No one can live with nothing.

He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.

When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!