Despite everything, I can’t bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.

She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.

How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?

All the stories are true

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.

Gold to airy thinness beat.