Cassandra Clare

I think everything that happened in Idris-Valentine, Max, Hodge, even Sebastian-I kept shoving it all down, trying to forget, but it's catching up with me. I... I'll get help. I'll get better. I promise." "You promise.""I swear on the Angel." He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek."The hell with that. I swear on us.

I am not perfectly certain I believe in marriage. Why have just one bonbon when you can have the box?

Marriage is like a long conversation that always ends too soon.

Your place is with me,_ Jem said. __t always will be.___hat do you mean?__e flushed, the color dark against his pale skin. __ mean,_ he said, __essa Gray, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?__essa sat bolt upright. __em!__hey stared at each other for a moment. At last he said, trying for lightness, though his voice cracked, __hat was not a no, I suppose, thoughneither was it a yes.___ou can__ mean it.___ do mean it.___ou can______ not a Shadowhunter. They__l expel you from the Clave___e took a step closer to her, his eyes eager. __ou may not be precisely a Shadowhunter. But you are not a mundane either, nor provably aDownworlder. Your situation is unique, so I do not know what the Clave will do. But they cannot forbid something that is not forbidden by the Law.They will have to take your__ur__ndividual case into consideration, and that could take months. In the meantime they cannot prevent ourengagement.___ou are serious._ Her mouth was dry. __em, such a kindness on your part is indeed incredible. It does you credit. But I cannot let you sacrificeyourself in that way for me.___acrifice? Tessa, I love you. I want to marry you.

But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?

Her body was tense, her small teeth sunk into her upper lip. Her eyes flashed upward at Aloysius, and he started at what he saw in them. Pain. It was normal to feel some pain at the bestowing of a Mark, but what he saw in Adele's eyes- was agony.

He learned that kisses and touches and professions of love could make you forget, and that the more he was with Kieran, the more he wanted to be with him and not with anyone else.

There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.

And Nephilim__e tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love__y old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.

Don__ be with him, don__ want him, don__ go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don__ know how to be without you.

Pain is only what you allow it to be

Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.

A great sadness welled up in Magnus at the sight of him. It was human to age and die, and Jem stood outside that humanity now, outside the light that burned so brightly and so briefly. It was cold outside that light and fire. No one had greater cause to know that cold than Magnus did.

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

His hands lay flat on either side of him, his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing; she wasn't sure she was breathing herself. She slid her own hand across the bedsheet, just far enough that their fingers touched-so lightly that she would have probably hardly been aware of it had she been touching anyone but Jace; as it was, the nerve endings in her fingertips pricked softly, as if she were holding them over a low flame. She felt him tense beside her and then relax. He had shut his eyes, and his lashes cast fine shadows against the curve of his cheekbones. His mouth curled into a smile as if he sensed her watching him, and she wondered how he would look in the morning, with his hair messed and sleep circles under his eyes. Despite everything, the thought gave her a jolt of happiness.She laced her fingers through his. "Good night," she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?

And now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever, baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.