Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

"From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace"

"All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered."

"I wouldn't change it," Simon said. "I wouldn't give up loving you. Not for anything. You know what Raphael told me? That I didn't know how to be a good vampire, that vampires accept that they're dead. But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I'll always feel like I'm alive."

"The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't."

"She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves."

"Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore."

"Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages."

"Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which."

"You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.” “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.” “There are worse things,” Magnus observed."

"As long as I can dream, I will dream of you."

"Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?"

"Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?"

"I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do."

"One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true."

"Whatever the Clave was discussing, the Council meeting was dragging on brutally late. “But he knows New York. He doesn’t know Alicante—"

"For a split second longer she stood motionless. Then, somehow, she had caught at the front of his shirt and pulled him toward her. His arms went around her, lifting her almost out of her sandals, and then he was kissing her—or she was kissing him, she wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. The feel of his mouth on hers was electric; her hands gripped his arms, pulling him hard against her. The feel of his heart pounding through his shirt made her dizzy with joy. No one else’s heart beat like Jace’s did, or ever could."

"... We are Nephilim; we fight our own battles." "That's not precisely true, is it" said a velvety voice. It was Magnus Bane, wearing a long and glittering coat, multiple hoops in his ears, and a roguish expression. Clary had no idea where he'd come from. "You lot have used the help of warlocks on more than one occasion in the past, and paid handsomely for it too." Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane." "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down." "Really" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed." Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down."

"What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?"

"Aline!" Isabelle looked appalled. "You can't just go around asking people what it's like to be a vampire."

"I don't have a reason to lie to you. Not now.' Jace's gaze remained steady. 'And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous.''Good,' Simon said. 'If you want to know why it's because you smell like blood.''It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.' Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knucles where blood had seeped through."