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

If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.

My boyfriend always says that if it weren't for him I'd probably get rid of my apartment and live nowhere, and he's right.

That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.

He always lived in his head. He never cared about how things were, only how they would be, someday, when he had everything he wanted. When we had everything we wanted.

Have you heard that modesty is an attractive traits? Only to ugly people

His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world.