My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.

You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock. -Clary Fray to Jace Wayland

She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.

She looked up at him with a smile. The smile broke what was left of his resistance--shattered it. He had let the walls down when he'd thought she was gone, and there was no time to build them back up.

I know," he said, looking down at himself self-consciously. "I am not-I mean, I look-" "Beautiful," she said, and she meant it. "You look beautiful, James Carstairs.

She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.