If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision.
Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and diligence.
