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I love you. And I don't want to lose you.

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Cassandra Clare
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: July 31
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Film Producer
Journalist
Novelist
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Teheran
Judith Rumelt
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Unhappy? I was lucky. So, so lucky. And I couldn’t see it.” His eyes met hers. “I love you,” he said. “And you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And now that I know what it’s like to be someone else—to lose myself—I want my life back. My family. You. All of it.” His eyes darkened. “I want it back.
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Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way. -Clary, pg.46-
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Please don’t do this—don’t do this to me. If anything happened to you—” He looked at her with surprise. There was already a red stain on the white bandages that wrapped his chest, where his movements had pulled his wound open. “I…” “What?” “I’m not used to you loving me,” he said.
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Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--
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If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.
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There was human goodness in the world, she thought-all caught up with desires and dreams, regrets and bitterness, resentments and power, but it was there.
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Maybe you just never knew what it was like to want something you couldn't have before
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Love is a contradiction.
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Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)
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I fear I must agree, Magnus murmured. He pressed a hand over his heart and his new peacock-blue waistcoast. I strive to find some respect in my heart for you, but alas! It seems an impossible quest.
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She gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled.
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try me on any day that doesn't end in y - Jace
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Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
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Reparations,” said Jem very suddenly, setting down the pen he was holding. Will looked at him in puzzlement. “Is this a game? We just blurt out whatever word comes next to mind? In that case mine is ‘genuphobia’. It means an unreasonable fear of knees.” “What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.
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There must always be a first, said Jem. It is not easy to be first, and it is not always rewarding, but it is important.
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Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate. I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow! Ragnor is not, Catarina said. When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke. So ended our love, Magnus said. Ah, well. It would have never worked between me and the plate anyw
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I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know. He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. I know, he said. everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.
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“ It’ s a lot to process,” she said. “ What Sebastian said, what happened last night, everything. I need to sleep, but I’ m too keyed up. When I was young and I couldn’ t sleep, my mother used to read to me to relax me.” “ A nd I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne
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Pain is only what you allow it to be
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Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.
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