One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true.

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.

He loved her enough to know she was better off without him

Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

To lose an arm or a leg would be painful, but to lose the central truth of your life felt—fatal.