The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.” - Will Herondale

And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.

The past is nothing to [the young], not even another country as it is to the old, or even a nightmare as it is to the guilty.

So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?" "Love is a contradiction," said Jace.

Sometimes," said Will, "they're even supposed to blow up.

Jace likes to pretend that everyone isn’t talking about him, even when he knows they are.

His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you.