she...let the blood spill down instead of tears.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Family isn't blood. It's the people who love you. The people who have your back.

Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.

Don't you think 'Mark is kind of a weird name for a Shadowhunter?" Julian was saying as Emma approached. "I mean, if you really think about it. It's confusing. 'Put a Mark on me, Mark.

Too long, much too long.

The world needs the kind of education by means of which character is formed, strength of the mind is increased and the human intellect is expanded beyond its own limits.

You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.

God lies ahead. I convince myself and constantly repeat to myself that: He depends on us. It is through us that God is achieved.

Besides, I think that when one has been through a boarding school, especially then, you have some resistance, because it was both fine comradeship and a fairly hard training.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

For national and social disasters, for moral and financial evils, the cure begins in the Household.

An aggressive drug-testing program would cut down on certain abuses, but its never going to catch everyone - or even close to everyone.

This country has not been made by politicians, kings or governments. It has been made by farmers, labourers, our mothers and sisters and youth.

It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken forever.