And you won’t leave me?” “No.” Alec said. “No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.” “Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely. “Lightwoods, all together.” She whispered. Jace's hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn.

You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit.

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.

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

to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same.

But you have to learn to bend a little," "Or you'll brake." -Clarissa Fray