You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life--whatever its length--happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
Cassandra ClareYou can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.
Cassandra ClareI hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.
Cassandra ClareTheyโre not hideous,โ said Tessa. Will blinked at her. โWhat?โ โGideon and Gabriel,โ said Tessa. โTheyโre really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.โ โI spoke,โ said Will, in sepulchral tones, โof the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.โ Tessa snorted. โAnd what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?โ โMauve,โ said Will.
Cassandra ClareHer hair was a damp mass of curls at the back of her neck, and Will looked away from her before he could remember what it felt like to put his hands through that hair and feel the strands wind about his fingers. It was easier at the Institute, with Jem and the others to distract him, to remember that Tessa was not his to recall that way. Here, feeling as if he were facing the world with her by his side--feeling that she was here for him instead of, quite sensibly, for the health of her own fiance--it was nearly impossible.
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