City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

“Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”

“There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then.”

“I am a man, and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.”

“People aren’t born good or bad. Maybe they’re born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.” 

“I was thinking about the first time I ever saw you,” he said, “and how after that I couldn’t forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institue. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you sitting on that couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me– I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn’t get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it–it had never been like that for me before. I’d always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick’s and I knew.”

“What was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn’t even comfort yourself?” 

“What don’t kill me… Had better start running!” 

“I’m not an angel, Jace,” she repeated. “I don’t return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary.”

“He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.” 

“My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.”

“The Law is hard, but it is the Law.”

“Doing the right thing because you love someone sucks sometimes.”

“I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.” 

“She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.” 

“From the first time I saw you, I’ve belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.” 

“There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you’re bleeding to death slowly inside.”