You look lousy,"Simon said. Jace blinked."Seems an odd time to start an insult contest,but if you insist,I could probably think up something good
Cassandra ClareShe had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.
Cassandra ClareOur hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.
Cassandra Clare