... love given without free will or truthfulness wasn't love at all.

Have a little faith in my magic fingers

Unfortunatley, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains my self.

Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace.

Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.

Magnus reached out to touch Alec, but Alec moved away. Magnus' hand fall to himself.

Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec's. A girl with long brown curls and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.