Cassandra Clare

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

The only way you would have failed," she said, "is if you had.

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live, Will. You burn as bright as a star.

I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.

Will stared down at his hands. "My whole life wrecked, destroyed..." "You're seventeen," Magnus said. "You can't have wrecked a life you've barely lived.

Why not risk your life, if you don't want to live anyway? Why not risk your life if you'll never be happy no matter what you do?

Julian had heard stories-whispers really-of other Shadowhunter children who thought or felt differently. Who had trouble focusing. Who claimed letters rearranged themselves on the page when they tried to read them. Who fell prey to dark sadnesses that seemed to have no reason, or fits of energy they couldn't control.Whispers were all there were, though, because the Clave hated to admit that Nephilim like that existed. They were disappeared into the 'dregs' portion of the Academy, trained to stay out of the way of other Shadowhunters. Sent to the far corners of the globe like shameful secrets to be hidden. There were no words to describe Shadowhunters whose minds were shaped differently, no real words to describe differences at all.Because if there were words, Julian thought, there would have to be acknowledgement. And there were things the Clave refused to acknowledge.

I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.

All knowledge hurts.

I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you." - Tessa Gray

What if everything you believe is wrong and you could still be loved and still be forgiven?

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?__he tape gun fell out of Luke__ hand, and hit the tiled hearth. He knelt to pick it up, not looking at her. __ou mean if I were the only witness to a crime, that sort of thing?___o. I mean, if there were other people around, but you were the only one who could see something. As if it were invisible to everyone but you.__e hesitated, still kneeling, the dented tape gun gripped in his hand.__ know it sounds crazy,_ Clary ventured nervously, __ut__e turned around. His eyes, very blue behind the glasses, rested on her with a look of firm affection. __lary, you__e an artist, like your mother. That means you see the world in ways that other people don__. It__ your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn__ make you crazy__ust different. There__ nothing wrong with being different.

Funerals are for the living, Jace, not for the dead.

But Jocelyn Morgenstern was not the kind of woman who wept, not the kind of woman who broke, or Valentine would have broken her long since.

Clary saw him take Mark's hand; he pressed his witchlight into the boy's palm, where it flickered, and then resumed its steady glow. 'Take this with you,' said Jace, 'for it can be dark in the land under the hill, and the years very long.