"Herondales." Zachariah's voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don't carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It's too heavy for even a Herondale to bear."
"Jace broke off the kiss and stepped back with an exhale; before Clary could say anything, a chorus of sarcastic applause broke out from the nearby hill. Simon, Isabelle, and Alec waved at them. Jace bowed while Clary stepped back slightly sheepishly, hooking her thumbs into the belt of her jeansJace sighed. "Shall we join our annoying, voyeuristic friends?""Unfortunately, that's the only kind of friends we have."
"Don't you think 'Mark is kind of a weird name for a Shadowhunter?" Julian was saying as Emma approached. "I mean, if you really think about it. It's confusing. 'Put a Mark on me, Mark."
"Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart."
"Don’t carry the weight of the world on you Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear."
"Mundane education is regrettably prosaic," - Jace Lightwood-Herondale"
"Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend."
"I wish I had a parabatai," Emma said. "It's like someone who's your family, but because they want to be, not because they have to be."
"They sat in silence on the windowsill, their hands locked across the distance between them."
"And Nephilim—we tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love—my old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed."
"It took courage to live an immortal life and not close off your heart and mind to any new experiences or new people. Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart."
"Family isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back."
"she...let the blood spill down instead of tears."
"As if we’d have sex in a cave surrounded by hordes of demons. This is reality, not your fevered imagination."
"We find in our children our own selves again, who might be made better than we are."
"You shouldn't do that. Not to your child. You should-carry your own burdens."
"Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts."
"Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive."
"Clary saw him take Mark's hand; he pressed his witchlight into the boy's palm, where it flickered, and then resumed its steady glow. 'Take this with you,' said Jace, 'for it can be dark in the land under the hill, and the years very long."
"He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec."
"As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss."
"I knew a girl, once, immortal like me-""And she was with someone mortal?" said Alec. "What happened?""He died," Magnus said. There was a finality to the way he said it that spoke of a deeper grief than words could paint."
"You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart."
"Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home."
"Simon," said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. "I guess this is the part where we say goodbye?"