One of the tragedies of our life is that we keep forgetting who we are
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.
That love is a conflict seems to me obvious and natural. There isn't a single worthwhile work in world literature based on love that is only about the conquest of happiness, the effort to arrive at what we call love. It's the struggle that has always interested those who produce works of art - literature, cinema or poetry.
Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.
Who goes to bed, and doth not pray, Maketh two nights to every day!