Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

I have something for you," he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots. "Huh," said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. "You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock.

I care about you," Simon said. "I always cared about you.

Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

You snuck up on me,” she said. “I guess I’m not much of a Shadowhunter, huh?” Simon shrugged. “Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.

That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.