“But I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, Don’t you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.”
“You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.”
“You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.”
“You promise.” “I swear on the angel. The hell with that. I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there isn’t anything I believe in more.” Jace Wayland
I don’t blame you if you hate me, I wish you would. As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.