Have You Fallen In Love With Wrong

Doubtless The Lunatic Asylums Of The World Are Filled With Unfortunate Women Who Have Failed To See My Charms.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

I Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.

White For Shadowhunters Is The Color Of Funerals," Luke Explained. “ But For Mundanes, Jace, It’ S The Color Of Weddings. Brides Wear White To Symbolize Their Purity.” “i Thought Jocelyn Said Her Dress Wasn’t White,” Simon Said. “well,” Said Jace, “i Suppose That Ship Has Sailed.” Luke Choked On His Coffee.