She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realised I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.
I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world...
’And now I’m looking at you,’ he said, ‘and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.’
I realised when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?’ ‘Nothing, precious,’ she said; ‘they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.'
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. And He who was seated on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new.'