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„Jace: I shall Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.“

„Simon." Ihre holte ihn in die Wirklichkeit zurück. "Simon, hörst du mir überhaupt zu?"
"Hm? Ja. Ja, klar." Er lehnte sich gegen die Spüle und versuchte den Eindruck zu erwecken, dass er konzentriert bei der Sache war.“

“Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn’t recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn’t blush.”

“What happens in the demon realms stays in the demon realms,” said Jace.”

“He's got a great sense of humor for a guy who never says anything.”

“I have wanted to do this," he said, "every moment of every hour of every day that I have been with you since the day I met you. but you know that. Youknow. Don't you?”

“Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.”

“(Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans.”

“You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.”

“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.”

“How long have you been drawing me?”
He sighted. A moment later his hand came to rest in her hair. His fingers twined in the strands. “My whole life.”

“Is this some manly bonding thing I can't be a part of? Are you getting matching haircuts?”

“she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.”

“Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.”

“Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?'
'Faffing about, most likely', said Will.”

“You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your-”

“Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --"
"He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.”

“They belonged to each other totally, and always would, and that was that.
But maybe everyone felt that way? Until the moment they realized they were just like everyone else, and everything they'd thought was real shattered apart.”

“Goodness, real goodness, has it's own sort of cruelty to it.”

“If you have a soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.”

“Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.”

“Fine." Magnus stood up. "But," he added, pausing by Alec's chair and leaning in close to him, "you are not trivial."
Alec flushed. "If you say so," he said.
"I say so," said Magnus, and he turned to follow Isabelle out of the room.”

“You are all that exists on the earth and under the sky that I do love.”

“Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?”

“It doesn't matter how many times you say it. It'll still be true.'
'And it doesn't matter what you won't let me say, that'll still be true too.”

“She looked across the room at, she wasn't sure why, only to find thatThey both glanced hastily away.”

“It was hidden inside another book. One Valentine was unlikely to ever open." Magnus smiled crookedly. "Simple Recipes for Housewives. No one can say your mother didn't have a sense of humor.”

“Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.”

“He was gazing at her, the way one did when one felt one was unobserved. He had that look on his face, the look he usually got only when he was playing the violin, as if he were completely caught up and entranced.”

“She'd rather hoped for something simple, like a lined piece of notebook paper with MY EVIL PLAN written across the top, but no luck.”

“Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world”