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

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

As Magnus turned to walk away from the church, he heard the sound of violin music carried to him on the cloudy London air, and remembered another night, a night of ghosts and snow and Christmas music, and Will standing on the steps of the Institute, watching Magnus as he went.

You disappear so completely into your head sometimes," he said. "I wish I could follow you.

I don’t think Will Herondale and a sense of responsibility are even on speaking terms

the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?" Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful." "Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.