Funny isn’t it?” said Sebastian. “The lies good people tell. He’ll probably make you eggs every day for the rest of your life now, and you’ll choke them down because you can’t tell him you don’t like them.” Clary thought of the Seelie Queen. “Love makes liars of us all?

Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.

Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")

I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.

Must you go? I was rather hoping you'd stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must." "I'll stay," Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. "I can minister angelically." "None too convincingly. And you're not as pretty to look at as Tessa is," Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. "How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.

Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way. -Clary, pg.46-