You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
Cassandra ClareHer eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.
Cassandra ClareLooking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.
Cassandra ClareShe looked out then, through the crowd, and saw Simon with the Lightwoods, looking at her across the empty space that separated them. It was the same way that Jace had looked at her at the manor. It was the one thread that bound these two boys that she loved so much, she thought, their one commonality: They both believed in her even when she didn't believe in herself.
Cassandra Clare