I sometimes think there is nothing more painful than love denied. To love someone you cannot have, to stand beside your heart's desire and to be unable to take them in your arms. A love that cannot be requited. I can think of nothing more painful than that.

If she lived until the sun died, there would never be any other for her besides Will and Jem, those twin souls, the only souls she had ever loved

The face of the one you love is the best mirror of all. It shows you your own happiness and your own pain and it helps you to bear both, because to bear either alone is to be overwhelmed by the flood.

Being a parabatai is complicated. I hit my parabatai in the face once.

She thought of Will, who had laid down his heart for her and Jem to walk upon because he loved them more than he loved himself

Until you loved a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser’s hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through your fingers.

Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner—black hair, blue eyes, honest

Do you think that eventually our kind becomes far enough removed from humanity that we transform into creatures that are untouchable and unlovable by humanity?

I love your text post! Maybe do a side blog?

Magnus had thought of her often enough that the mention of her did not hurt him, her remembered face like the distant familiar beauty of stars, not to be touched but to shine in front of his eyes at night

To them, as to Magnus, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted.

You’re quite wrong, you know. I am the most permanent person that you will ever meet, it is only that it never makes any difference.

There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her—a brilliant, joyous light

Your place is with me, it always will be.