Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring.
Cassandra ClareHe was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didnโt seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.
Cassandra ClareAnd 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.
Cassandra Clare