#fray

There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor — ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#honesty #attitude

My heart is your heart," he said. "My hands are your hands. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #love #love

He broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box." "No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#luke #love

I fell in love with you," he said, "because you were one of the bravest people I'd ever known. So how could I ask you to stop being brave just because I loved you ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace #love #love

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. “Much better,” he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-wayland #love #love

He felt his heart, which no longer beat, contract, and he wondered if there was anything in the world as painful as not being able to protect the people you loved. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #love