City of Bones

You cannot save others until you first save yourself

There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?"

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.”

“Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?” she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own.
“If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”

Jace’s face was more interesting. In daylight his eyes were the color of golden syrup and were … looking right at her.

“We may be parabatai,” Alec said tightly. “But your flippancy is wearing on my patience.”

“Drive like hell was following you.”

Clary groaned. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’ve never claimed otherwise.”

“I’ve got my own problems; I don’t need to be bothered with yours

“I was laughing at you because declarations of love amuse me, especially when unrequited