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

she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

shutting your eyes and pretending something’s not happening doesn’t make it not true.

He’s not feeling well,” Clary said, catching at Simon’s wrist. “We’re going.””No,” Simon said. “No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor.”Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix....

For the first time, he looked at her, and she wasn’t a stranger, she was Clary—his friend. His family. The girl he’d sworn always to protect. The girl he loved as fiercely as he loved...

To be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends.

Only people with no purpose are unhappy.

Anger, Tessa thought, was satisfying in its own way, when you gave in to it. There was something gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

La belle Isabelle

So, what are you?””What I am is someone who doesn’t want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.

Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. – Jace

Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark.

You know,” Clary said, “most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.

Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn’t be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days...

He hadn’t spoken a word since they’d left the manor except to snap out directions, telling her which way to turn at a fork in the road, or ordering her to skirt a pothole. Even...

The blood of Heaven binds you,” said the Queen. “Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same.””Riddles,” Clary said angrily. “Do you even mean anything when you talk...

She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn’t be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.

You don’t know her, Simon. I mean, not anymore.

I was hoping they would put up flyers like they do for lost cats.” He said. “Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to ‘Jace’ or ‘hotstuff’.””You did not just say that.””You don’t like ‘hotstuff’?...

Hey, pretty thing,” he said. “What’s in the bag?””Holy water,” said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he’d been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.”Oooh, a Shadowhunter,” said...

WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?

Nothing is permanent,” Magnus said. “I know this from experience. But you can get new things. You can meet new people. You can go on.

The man glanced down and made a face. “I see that many pigeons have pooped upon these stairs,” he remarked. “I shall remain standing, if that’s not too rude.

When Magnus looked at Imasu, he saw Imasu had dropped his head into his hands.”Er,” Magnus said. “Are you quite all right?””I was simply overcome,” Imasu said in a faint voice.Magnus preened slightly. “Ah. Well.””By...

Are you, monsieur, a man of your word?””It really depends upon the word,” Magnus said. “There are so many wonderful words…

It was a bit warm. Still. If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to. One should wear everything, or one should wear nothing at all.

You know,” Gabriel said, “there was a time I thought we could be friends, Will.””There was a time I thought I was a ferret,” Will said, “but that turned out to be the opium haze....

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

You said I am a good man,” he said. “But I am not that good a man. And I am–I am catastrophically in love with you.

Jem always said that Will rushed toward the end of a mission rather than proceeding in a measured manner, and that one must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the...

It means ‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name,’ Quite useful.

La vida es un libro, y hay miles de páginas que no hemos leído todavía.

–Hay más en la vida que no morir, –dijo. –Mira la forma en que vives, Will. Brillas tanto como una estrella. Había estado tomando solo la droga necesaria para mantenerme con vida pero no suficiente...

Ni shou shang le ma, quin ai de?” he whispered.

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?” There was a sound of shattering glass, and they both sat up to see Alec glaring at them. He had dropped the empty bottle of wine he had been carrying,...

The nod means ‘I am a badass, and I recognise that you too, are a badass.

I am here to determine my relationship.”Simon goggled. She couldn’t be talking about him. Could she?”Do you see that man?” Isabelle asked, pointing at Simon. Apparently she was talking about him. “That’s Simon Lewis, and...

She was so overwhelmingly beautiful and impressive, he found it too much to handle. He could barely believe any of his new memroies, but the idea that Isabelle Lightwood had been his girlfriend seemed more...

So, technically,” Simon said, “even though Jace isn’t actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.

And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace.””The Clave can screw itself.””Jace,” Maryse said, sounding genuinely parental for a change. “Language.””The Clave wants a lot of things,” Jace amended. “It shouldn’t necessarily...

Nisam imao prijatelje,reče.Osim svog oca.Nisam trebao više nikoga.

Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows “Boo”, he said. Jace was grinning. “Come on,surely you’ve got a phobia or two. What scares you?” Alec thought for a moment. “Spiders,” he said. Clary turned...

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.

I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

It hardly serves you, either.

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and...

Say something, Will.”But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be.’I have lost everything’, Will thought. ‘Everything.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.””Canoodle?” repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.”Magnificent?”...