Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.

If I’d just listened—just taken one second to listen—it wouldn’t have happened

Clary: Now that I'm in your mind, want to see some mental pictures of Jace? Simon: I heard that and NO... You've seen him naked? Clary: Well not entirely but- Simon: Enough

I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?

Mundanes who involve themselves in things they know nothing about are likely to meet unpleasant endings.

Demon pox," said Sophie. "Mr. Lightwood's got it, has had for years, and it'll kill him in a right couple of months if he doesn't get the cure. And Mortmain said he can get it for him." The room exploded in a hubbub. Charlotte raced over to Sophie; Henry called after her; Will leaped from his chair and was dancing in a circle.

(...)I don't know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try to be that person and I think faith might be enough to make me who you wnat me to be." (Jace, to Clary)