Who Do We Belong With

She Seemed Shy, Yet All Her Attention Was Focused On Magnus, As If He Were The Most Fascinating Thing She Had Ever Seen. There Was No Man Who Did Not Want To See Himself Reflected Like That In A Beautiful Girl's Eyes.

Whatever You Are Physically,' He Said, 'male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy -- All Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. Whatever The Color, The Shape, The Design Of The Shade That Conceals It, The Flame Inside The Lamp Remains The Same. You Are The Flame.

We Came To See Jace. Is He Alright?" "i Don't Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?

Clary, You're An Artist, Like Your Mother. That Means You See The World In Ways That Other People Don't. It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty And The Horror In Ordinary Things. It Doesn't Make You Crazy — Just Different. There's Nothing Wrong With Being Different.

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I've Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?