My Rapier Wit Hides My Inner Pain.

For A Moment Clary Thought She Might Fall; She Felt As If Something Essential Had Been Torn Away From Her, An Arm Or A Leg, And She Stared At Jace In Blank Astonishment-- What Did He Feel, Did He Feel Nothing? She Didn't Think She Could Bear It If He Felt Nothing.

Don't Fight In Front Of The Client, Boys." Catarina Implored In Her Sweet Voice," Or I Will Knock Your Heads Together So Hard, Your Skulls Will Crack Like Eggs

I Don't Know How I Could Sleep At Night, Not Knowing I Was Surrounded By A Thousand Other Sleeping, Dreaming Souls. - Pg 120, Jem To Tessa & Will

Are You The One With The Blue Eyes?" "actually, My Eyes Are Usually Described As Golden...and Luminous.

Life Was An Uncertain Thing, And There Were Some Moments One Wished To Remember, To Imprint Upon One's Mind That The Memory Might Be Taken Out Later, Like A Flower Pressed Between The Pages Of A Book, And Admired And Recollected Anew. - Sophie And Gideon Lightwood