Cassandra Clare

I don__ know,_ Mark said, looking down at his own long pale fingers tangled in the little boy__ brown curls. __e just _ Julian left, and Tavvy fell asleep on my lap.__e sounded amazed, wondering.__f course he did,_ Cristina said. __e__ your brother. He trusts you.___obody trusts a Hunter,_ Mark said.

For the first time, he looked at her, and she wasn__ a stranger, she was Clary__is friend. His family. The girl he__ sworn always to protect. The girl he loved as fiercely as he loved himself.

She had worn the Morgenstern ring since Jace had left it for her, and sometimes she wondered why. Did she really want to be reminded of Valentine? And yet, at the same time, was it ever right to forget?You couldn't erase everything that caused you pain with its recollection. She didn't want to forget Max or Madeleine, or Hodge, or the Inquisitor, or even Sebastian. Every moment was valuable; even the bad ones.

The more you try to crush your nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

He will choose us," Julian said. "We are his family."Kieran's eye shone. "I wouldn'tbe so sure, young Shadowhunter. Those of the Hunt are loyal to the Hunt.""He isn't of the Hunt," Emma said. "He is a Blackthorn.

What could you do, when what threatened the ones you loved was something else you loved just as much?

Tobias loved her more than he__ loved anything__is family, his duty, even himself. There, perhaps, the Herondale blood ran true.

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them. You want_"He broke off then, as if realizing everyone was looking at him again."You want what?" said Dru with enormous eyes."Nothing," Julian said. "I'm just talking.

...; Clary saw the group of lycanthropes look up, alert as a group of hunting dogs senting game. She turned- And saw Luke, tired and bloodstained, coming through the double doors of the Hall. She ran toward him. Forgetting how upset she'd been when he'd left, and forgetting how angry he'd been with her for bringing them here, forgetting everything but how glad she was to see him. He looked surprised for a moment as she barreled toward him- then he smiled, and put his arms out, and picked her up as he hugged her, the way he'd done when she'd been very small. He smelled like blood and flannel and smoke, and for a moment she closed her eyes, thinking of the way Alec had grabbed onto Jace the moment he'd seen him in the Hall, because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, becaused no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you. And what she had said to Valentine was true. Luke was her family.

What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?"Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it.Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form."Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to.

Family is more than blood

He made it very clear that he didn__ want me here,_ she said at last. __hat my remaining at the Institute is not the happy chance I thought it was. Not in his view._ __nd after I just finished telling you why you should consider him family,_ Jem said, a bit ruefully. __o wonder you looked as if I__ just told you something awful just happened._ ____ sorry,_ Tessa whispered. __on__ be. It__ Will who ought to be sorry._ Jem__ eyes darkened. __e shall throw him out onto the streets,_ he proclaimed. __ promise you he__l be gone by morning._ Tessa started and sat upright. __h _ no, you can__ mean that__ He grinned. __f course I don__. But you did feel better for a moment there, didn__ you?

Will is_ difficult,_ Jem said. __ut family is difficult. If I didn__ think the Institute was the best place for you, Tessa, I wouldn__ say it was. And one can build one__ own family. I know you feel inhuman, and as if you were set apart, away from life and love, but_ His voice cracked a little, the first time Tessa had heard him sound unsure. He cleared his throat. __ promise you, the right man won__ care.

It was hard to live normally when you were constantly pretending you didn't see what was going on in front of your face.

Family isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back.

I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that

To make a true choice, we must have true knowledge.

It's entirely possible that there are memories you have buried or repressed, memories formed when you were too young to have a conscious recollection of them, that Brother Jeremiah can reach. It could help us a great deal.