She had loved him for such a long time she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all

When you love someone you dont have a choice. Love takes your choices away.- Clary Fray

We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory there is no true loss.

You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.

His hands lay flat on either side of him his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing she wasnt sure she was breathing herself. She slid her own hand across the bedsheet just far enough that their fingers touched-so lightly that she would have probably hardly been aware of it had she been touching anyone but Jace as it was the nerve endings in her fingertips pricked softly as if she were holding them over a low flame. She felt him tense beside her and then relax. He had shut his eyes and his lashes cast fine shadows against the curve of his cheekbones. His mouth curled into a smile as if he sensed her watching him and she wondered how he would look in the morning with his hair messed and sleep circles under his eyes. Despite everything the thought gave her a jolt of happiness.She laced her fingers through his. Good night she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

Of course he loves me. Im his sister.Blood isnt love said Magnus and his voice was bitter.

Ive never minded it he went on. Being lost that is. I had always thought one could not truly be lost if one knew ones own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours.

She leaned forward and caught at his hand pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves and yet it did not matter. You kindled me heap of ashes that I am into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins now gave the answer.

Looking at him now-even if she hadnt been in love with him that part of her that was her mothers daugher that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone would still have wanted him.

to love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.