Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

"In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did."

"I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”“Don’t be sexist.”“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish."

"As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine."

"Not everything is about you,"Clary said furiously."Possibly,"Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are."

"And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?"His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching."

"People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters."

"i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i?ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move"

"There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from."

"Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No"Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."

"I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."

"Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him."

"Patience, grasshopper,"said Maia. "Good things come to those who wait.""I always thought that was 'Good things come to those who do the wave,'"said Simon. "No wonder I've been so confused all my life."

"No."Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do."