Will looked as if she had slpped him. "I didn't do it so you'd be grateful!" "Then what?" Her voice rose. "You did it because it's your mandate? Because the law says-" "I did it because I love you!

Parabatai" said Jace. "It means a pair of warriors who fight together - who are closer than brothers. Alec is more than justmy best friend.

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.

I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

Wherever we are, we are as one

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and will fight with me.

You don´t need internet connection to connect to God.

To me the arcade experience is the ultimate gaming experience.

Californians don't have that marvelous British cynicism, but then the British can be so patronizing at times.

If I could, I want to take a page from the George Clooney-like actors of the world. They do things that are relevant, things that don't necessarily have huge box office appeal, but they matter.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.

My policy was just to give good things for sports in my region.

Your burden is of false self-identifications—abandon them all.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Christian creeds and doctrines, the clergy's own fatal inventions, through all the ages has made of Christendom a slaughterhouse, and divided it into sects of inextinguishable hatred for one another.