You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

You live in my head all the time.

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away

The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love."— Madame Dorothea

Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.

Keep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you." "So don't bother." "Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out. "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.

It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.