They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

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

I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.

Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?

Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind.

Everything that happens to you matters to me.

Change is not always accomplished peacefully, but that does not make it disadventageous.

Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

Do reasons matter when there's nothing that can be done to change things.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.