Cassandra Clare

If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

e. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel! I seek scandal and low companionship."

“Pulvis et umbra sumus. It’s a line from Horace. ‘We are dust and shadows.’

Aunt used to say he was a dreamer,” she said. “He always lived in his head. He never cared about how things were, only how they would be, someday, when he had everything he wanted. When we had everything we wanted,”

Dreams can be dangerous things.”

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will’s were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.

“Sometimes,” Jem said, “our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered—that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you, though, from experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can’t imagine, or even really remember, how things were before.”

“that love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.”

There are sicknesses that walk in darkness; and there are exterminating angels, that fly wrapt up in the curtains of immateriality and an uncommunicating nature; whom we cannot see, but we feel their force, and sink under their sword.
—Jeremy Taylor, “A Funeral Sermon”