Our Own Sleeping Beauty. Who Finally Kissed

Clary Stopped Dead In Her Tracks. "simon?" "oh, God," Said Jace, Sounding Resigned. "and Here I'd Actually Hoped I'd Got Hold Of Something Interesting." -clary And Jace Pg. 114

I’ve Been Wandering Around All Night—i Couldn’t Sleep—and I Kept Finding Myself Walking Here. To You.

So You Really Cant Think Of Anyone Else Who Might Want To Kill You?"asked Jace. "unlike In Your Case There Arent Actually All That Many People Who Dislike Me."said Simon.

All Knowledge Hurts.

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite