Jace lightwood Quotes

Clary,
Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more then I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. I'm leaving you our family ring because you have as much right to it as I do.
I'm writing this watching the sun come up. You're asleep, dreams moving behind your restless eyelids. I wish I knew what you were thinking. I wish I could slip into your head and see the world the way you do. I wish I could see
myself
the way you do. But maybe I dont want to see that. Maybe it would make me feel even more than I already do that I'm perpetuating some kind of Great Lie on you, and I couldn't stand that.
I belong to you. You could do anything you wanted with me and I would let you. You could ask anything of me and I'd break myself trying to make you happy. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't want. And I shouldn't want you.
All night I've watched you sleeping, watched the moonlight come and go, casting its shadows across your face in black and white. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I think of the life we could have had if things were different, a life where this night is not a singular event, separate from everything else that's real, but every night. But things aren't different, and I can't look at you without feeling like I've tricked you into loving me.
The truth no one is willing to say out loud is that no one has a shot against Valentine but me. I can get close to him like no one else can. I can pretend I want to join him and he'll believe me, up until that last moment where I end it all, one way or another. I have something of Sebastian's; I can track him to where my father's hiding, and that's what I'm going to do. So I lied to you last night. I said I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you. And that's why I have to slip out of your window now, like a coward. Because if I had to tell you this to your face, I couldn't make myself go.
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.
_Jace

You're just worried they'll hire a male instructor and he'll be hotter than you."
Jace's eyebrows went up. "Hotter than me?"
"It could happen," Clary said, "You know, theoretically."
"Theoretically the planet could suddenly crack in half, leaving me on one side and you on the other, forever and tragically parted, but I'm not worried about that either. Some things," Jace said, with his customary crooked smile, "are just too unlikely to dwell upon.

You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met."
That’s too bad, said Jace, since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.

You know, some people think Shadowhunters are just myths. Like mummies and genies." Kyle grinned at Jace. "Can you grant wishes?"
"That depends," he said. "Do you wish to be punched in the face?

So what was that all about?"
"I think," Jace said, "that she asked if she could touch my mango."
"She
said
that?"
Jace shrugged. "Yeah, then she gave me her number.

It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."- Clary
"I was born amazing." - Jace

White for Shadowhunters is the color of funerals," Luke explained. But for mundanes, Jace, it’ s the color of weddings. Brides wear white to symbolize their purity.
I thought Jocelyn said her dress wasn’t white, Simon said.
Well, said Jace, I suppose that ship has sailed.
Luke choked on his coffee.

Aren’t they supposed to be hiring someone else to train me full-time
anyway
?
Yes, he said, getting up and pulling her to her feet along with him, and I’m worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you’ll wind up making out with him, too.
Don’t be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.
In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch.

Jace perched on the windowsill and looked down at him. "You really don't get this bodyguard thing, do you?"
"I didn't even think you liked me all that much," said Simon. "Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?"
"I thought it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house a night and throw up in his mailbox."
"I'm pretty sure that's not it

We shouldn’t, protested Isabelle. The Clave has a plan.
The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple, said Jace.
Alec blinked up at them. Jace is right.
Isabelle turned on her brother. What do you know? You weren’t even paying attention.
I was, Alec said, injured. I said Jace was right.
Yeah, but there’s like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that’s not proof you were listening, said Jace. That’s just a good guess.

Hey," said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, "do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin?"
"Not really," said Simon.
"Magnus is wearing lederhosen."
"And yet, still no.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.
"It means that love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything.

As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.

Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff

What's this?"
"That's a mango." Simon stared at Jace. Sometimes it really is like Shadowhunters were from an alien planet.
"I don't think I've seen one of those that wasn't already cut up," Jace mused. "I like mangoes."
Simon grabbed the mango and tossed it into the cart. "Great. What else do you like?"
Jace pondered for a moment. "Tomato soup," he said finally.
"Tomato soup? You want tomato soup and a mango for dinner?"
Jace shrugged. "I don't really care about food.

Medium clever, Simon acknowledged. Like a cross between George Clooney in Ocean’s Eleven and those MythBusters guys, but, you know, better-looking.
I’m always so glad I have no idea what you’re vacantly chattering about, said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

You look lousy,' he said.
Jace blinked. 'Seems an odd time to start an insult contest, but if you insist, I could probably think up something good.'
'No I mean it. You don't look good.'
'This is from a guy ho has all the sex appeal of a penguin. Look, I realize you may be jealous that the good Lord didn't deal you the same chiseled hand he dealt me, but that's no reason to-'
'I am not trying to insult you.' Simon snapped.

Alec keeps sending me annoying photos. Lots of captions like Wish you were here, except not really.

So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?"
"Love is a contradiction," said Jace.

He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.

They think they're better than everyone else."
"No," said Jace. "I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence."
Kyle looked at Simon. "Does he always talk like this?"
"Yes.

We can buy you one of those books they have for little kids 'Timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I don't think they have one called 'Timmy Has Two Dads and One of Them Was Evil'. That part you're just going to have to work through on your own.

I never cared, he said. I wanted you anyway. I always wanted you.

Take off your shirt."
Jace raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning."
"Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.

Alec isn’t happy, said Magnus, as if she hadn’t spoken.
Of course he isn’t, Isabelle snapped. Jace—
Jace, said Magnus, and his hands made fists at his sides. Isabelle stared at him. She had always thought that he didn’t mind Jace; liked him, even, once the question of Alec’s affections had been settled. Out loud, she said:
I thought you were friends.
It’s not that, said Magnus. There are some people — people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.
Isabelle shook her head slowly. You’ve lost me. Jace is our brother, but for Alec — he’s Jace’s parabatai too —
I know about parabatai, said Magnus, his voice rising in pitch. I’ve known parabatai so close they were almost the same person; do you know what happens, when one of them dies, to the one that’s left—
Stop it! Isabelle clapped her hands over her ears, then lowered them slowly. How dare you, Magnus Bane, she said.
How dare you make this worse than it is —
Isabelle. Magnus’ hands loosened; he looked a little wide-eyed, as if his outburst had startled even him. I am sorry. I forget, sometimes . . . that with all your self-control and strength, you possess the same vulnerability that Alec does.
There is nothing weak about Alec, said Isabelle.
No, said Magnus. To love as you choose, that takes strength. The thing is, I wanted you here for him. There are things I can’t do for him, can’t give him . . . For a moment Magnus looked oddly vulnerable. You have known Jace as long as he has. You can give him understanding I can’t. And he loves you.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.
Blood isn’t love, said Magnus, and his voice was bitter. Just ask Clary.

Love is a contradiction.

If we're going to the Silent City, you might want to get dressed. I mean, I appreciate the bra-and-panties look, but I don't know if the Silent Brothers will. There are only a few of the left, and I don't want them to die of excitement.

He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

You and your name-dropping. 'I knew Michael'. 'I knew Sammael'. 'The angel Gabriel did my hair'. It's like
I'm with the Band
with biblical figures.

Simon stepped between them. I’m not going to let you fight with each other.
And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh. Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?

Isabelle and Jace had left the topic of dead Shadowhunters behind and had moved on to something Jace apparently found even more horrifying__Isabelle's date with Simon.
"I can't believe he took you to an actual restaurant." Jace was on his feet now, putting away the floor mats and training gear while Isabelle leaned against the wall and played with her new gloves. "I assumed his idea of a date would be making you watch him play World of Warcraft with his nerd friends."
"I," Clary pointed out, "am one of his nerd friends, thank you.

Why are you always trying to get yourself killed?"
"It's my job."
"It's a
hazard
of your job. At least for most Shadowhunters. For you it seems to be the purpose.

The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her. . . He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seemed to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough —

It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts."
"So, ninety-five percent of the time."
She craned her head back to look up at him. "Ninety-five percent? What's the other five percent?"
"Oh, you know, the usual--demons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who've annoyed me recently, people who've annoyed me not so recently, ducks."
"Ducks?

I think she just asked if she could touch my mango.

Is this one of those keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer things?"
"I though it was keep your friends close so you have someone to drive the car when you sneak over to your enemy's house at night and throw up in his mailbox.

Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.

My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.

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.

I'm always so glad I have no idea what you're vacantly chatting about," said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

I can keep a perfectly good eye on Simon, thank you. He's my neophyte Downworlder to mock and boss around, not yours.

What was that?" Jace said. "Sorry, I think I fell asleep for a moment. Do, continue with whatever mesmerizing thing you were saying.

No kissing?"
"Well, kissing, probably. But as for the rest of it..."
She brushed her cheek lightly against his. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you."
"Of course it's not okay with me. I'm a teenage boy. As far as I'm concerned, this is the worst thing that's happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.

He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot.
"Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.

Jealousy is such an ugly emotion.

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter, he said. You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.

You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.

Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.

Clary," he said. "You saved my life."
"I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire."
His lips twitched imperceptibly. "Okay," he said. "So maybe our problems aren't like other couples.