And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow.

His eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. “Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de,” he whispered. She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.

Magic is dangerous- but love is more dangerous still

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons." "CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon. Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl," -pg. 214

It is a very strange thing, to be in love. It changes you.

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.