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

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.

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

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.

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.

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

One must always be careful of books," said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

Men may be stronger, but it is women who endure.

Every heart has its own melody.