All knowledge hurts.

— Cassandra Clare

All my life, since I came to the institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace, When you are gone from me, who will see me like that? There was a silence then, Jem stood as still as a statue. With his gaze Will searched for, and found, the parabola rune on Jem's shoulder; like its own, it had faded to a pale white. At last Jem spoke. The cool remoteness had left his voice. Will breathed in hard, remembering how much that voice had shaped the years of his growing up, its steady kindness a lighthouse beacon in the dark. "Have faith in yourself. You can be your own mirror".

— Cassandra Clare

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

— Cassandra Clare

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

— Cassandra Clare

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

— Cassandra Clare

Always when Will did something to protect Tessa, Jem thought it was for his sake, not for Will's. Will Always wished Jem could be entirely right. Each needle prick had it own name. Guilt. Shame. Love.

— Cassandra Clare

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

— Cassandra Clare

Am I blind?" Will's voice floated out of the darkness, tinged with annoyance. "I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.

— Cassandra Clare

And if my heart was a canvas, every square inch of it would be painted over with you.

— Cassandra Clare

And I'm supposed to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

— Cassandra Clare