If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.
Cassandra Clare
It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.
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The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
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Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie. (Jace Wayland)
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Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
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The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
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My rapier wit hides my inner pain.
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A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?
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Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.
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I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.
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I've heard the word 'fear'. I simply choose to believe it doesn't apply to me.
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Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
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Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it--he'd known she was as strong has he was.
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She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning.'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake.
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Jace: My father belived in a righteous God. Deus volt, that was his motto- 'Because God wills it.' It was the Crusaders' motto, and they went into battle and were slaughterred, just like my father. And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way, we're on our own.
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