Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.

The Chairman likes you.” “Is that good?” “I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up.

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?

We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem