I do throw out a lot of ideas, and I forget completely about them.
Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.
There is no devil in the universe except mankind's own inharmonious thoughts & feelings, both individual and enmass.
Love isn't intellectual - it's visceral.
You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.