Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?" "There is only one girl I care to make swoon," he said. "The question is, does she?" She smiled at him. "She does.

Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

aren't you, uh... reproducing? "sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-