Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jemโs hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. โI am not dead yet, Will,โ Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. โWhat did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?
Cassandra ClareHe wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jemโs place to do those things, not his. Not his.โ -Will Herondale
Cassandra ClareWhy mundanes always insist on taking responsibility for things that aren't their fault is a mystery to me. You didn't force that cocktail down his idiotic throat." -Jace, pg.241-
Cassandra ClareWhatโs that poem again?โ Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: โEach spake words of high disdain, And insult to his heartโs best brotherโโ โOh, by the Angel, Will, do be quiet,โ said Charlotte, standing up. โI must go and write a letter to Aloysius Starkweather that drips remorse and pleading. I donโt need you distracting me.โ And, gathering up her skirts, she hurried from the room. โNo appreciation for the arts,โ Will murmured, setting his teacup down.
Cassandra ClareSophie said to me once that she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face. This is your true self, Tessa. This power is who you are. Whoever loves you now--and you must also love yourself--will love the truth of you.
Cassandra Clare