Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".
Cassandra ClareDon't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
Cassandra ClareTheir beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.
Cassandra Clare