It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.

Clary closed her eyes. Remembering the way Jace had looked at her the night she'd freed Ithuriel, she couldn't help but imagine the way he'd look at her now if he saw her trying to lie down to die on the sand beside him. He wouldn't be touched, wouldn't think it was a beautiful gesture. He'd be angry at her for giving up. He'd be so--disappointed.

the action we take in the name of love,those are moral or immoral.and normally it wouldn't matter

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

My mom says you only need three people you can rely on to achieve self-actualization.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

Still I pictured having you for fifty, sixty more years. I thought I might be ready then to let you go. But it's you, and I realize now that I won't be anymore ready to lose you then than I am right now. Which is not at all.