You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.

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 are only susceptible to break easily due to occasionally bends if you are inflexible

To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.

I remember one point seeing I had like 60-some different cell phones. I know I only use one.

The guitar is your first wings. It's assigned and designed to unfold your vision and imagination.

I presume that it is the better part of wisdom that we bow to our fate with as good grace as possible.

If love could be purchased, everybody would have paid a thousand dollars a pound for it. You know it doesn't work that way.

Our titles would not have been possible without the unselfishness displayed by all our teams, the team wins, not the individuals

The soul is content to stay imprisoned in the human body... for through the eyes all the various things of nature are represented to the soul.

We are the same, you and I. We are images of light.

The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.