Tatiana's eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul.

Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.

Comforting someone when they were stricken with loss was something else. It meant commitment. It meant caring. It meant you wanted to ease their pain, and at the same time you were thanking God that whatever the bad thing was that had happened, it hadn't happened to them.

Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked? Jace: I was following you. Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me?