There is no god, not a god who would create the things I saw

There is more to life than surviving.

I don't care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.

Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?" Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

endless hope, endless disappointment.

Sometimes he thought they were all forsaken, every soul on this earth.