Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

"The world is terrible," said Mark tonelessly. "And some are drawn down into it and drown there, and some rise above and carry others with them."

"We are bound together, Emma, bound together—I breathe when you breathe, I bleed when you bleed, I’m yours and you’re mine, you’ve always been mine, and I have always, always belonged to you!"

"These pictures are my heart. And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you."

"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."

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