You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you," he went on. "I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you will not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life--whatever its length--happy, by spending it with you. I want to be married to you, Tessa. I want it more than I have ever wanted anything else in my life.
Cassandra Clareshe was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.
Cassandra ClareI love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?
Cassandra ClareBecause you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.
Cassandra Clare