You worry about hurting me, but you never seem to worry about me hurting you. And I’m the one with the killer touch.

My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it’d created the only type of guy I could touch—a fantasy one.

Listen to me, Ember. I couldn’t hurt you. I can’t.” Hayden settled his eyes on me. They were softer than I’d ever seen. “I love you— I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you.

Don’t ever touch her again, ” Hayden growled.Kurt looked up, eyes wide. “Are you threatening me— over her? I’m like your brother, Hayden!” “Not anymore.

What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?

Heaven is never deaf but when man's heart is dumb.

God purposed redemption in Christ Jesus before the world began, and His plan does not need any editing by man.

If someone was to tell you that you were a witch, I think that it would be somewhat like, "You've got to be kidding me! I'm out of here! You're crazy!"

Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.

Without knowledge and understanding, one tends to become a passive spectator rather than an active participant in the great decisions of our time.

She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything else.

My dad and I hunted and fished together. How could I get angry at this man who took the time to be with me?

The bigger your mission becomes, the greater inspiration you will be given.

Any idiot can see something wrong. But can you see what is right?