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.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side.

We may not be all that bright, Jace said, but at least we are alive.

I choose to be with him for however many days or minutes we are granted, and to count myself blessed to have them.

I think when we make choices—for each choice is individual of the choices we have made before—we must examine not only our reasons for making them but what result they will have, and whether good people will be hurt by our decisions.

I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know." He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. " I know," he said. "everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.