That The Wall Is Coming Down.

I Don't Care What You Think. You're Not My Brother," Clary Said. "you're A Murderer." "i Really Don't See How Those Things Cancel Each Other Out," Said Sebastian.

Is This One Of Those Days Where We All Stalk Out In Fury? Because I Simply Haven't Got The Energy For It.

That Jem Makes Beautiful Things And I Destroy Them. That It Really Ought To Be Me Dying And Not Him. I Mean, What's The Point Of Living If You Can't Even Enjoy It? Yet Jem Enjoys All The Life He's Got. It's Not Fair.

Unhappy? I Was Lucky. So, So Lucky. And I Couldn’t See It.” His Eyes Met Hers. “i Love You,” He Said. “and You Make Me Happier Than I Ever Thought I Could Be. And Now That I Know What It’s Like To Be Someone Else—to Lose Myself—i Want My Life Back. My Family. You. All Of It.” His Eyes Darkened. “i Want It Back.

Love Did Not Overcome Everything. Love Did Not Always Endure. All You Had Could Be Taken Away, Love Could Be The Last Thing You Had, And Then Love Could Be Taken Too.