"The heart was made to be broken." Oscar Wilde ________________ "It hurts," she whispered so softly that the wind would've drifted her words away if he hadn't been listening for them. There was a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was breaking even more just to prove her point. "Love didn't hurt you," he told her, his gaze steady and so piercing it was as if she could feel the words entering her aching heart. "Someone that didn't know how to love you did. Don't confuse the two." | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Iron ↠ Matthew Fairchild [2] |

"Soon the inferno will cease, leaving behind ashes here. And from the ashes will rise, a new world for me to see." Rohit Vuppuluri ______________ She knew now why he had always used to carry himself as if it hurt to be standing beside the girl he called his best friend. How it must've pained him to have to hide his feelings and pretend like everything was alright when it was far from it. She knew now how he felt. She understood him in a way that no one else could. For out of all the people her heart could've chosen, it decided on him-the boy who didn't have enough room in his heart for someone like her. | The Mortal Instruments ↠ City of Bones & City of Ashes ↠ Simon Lewis [1] |

"Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another." Jane Austen ________________ "Gray," she said, her lavender eyes flickering over the boy in front of her in a mixture of disbelief and awe. "Elise Gray." Up until that very moment she hadn't been sure the statements about the Shadowhunters being half-Angel were real. But then her gaze had fallen upon him and the instant her eyes had taken in the tall and slender boy with the tousled brown hair, bright green eyes, and sharp and angular features, she knew the rumors were true. For this boy was beautiful. A child of the angel. And Elise was absolutely mesmerized. "Lightwood," the boy muttered, his voice softer than when he had been talking to the others and his green eyes staring back at her curiously. "Gabriel Lightwood." | The Infernal Devices ↠ Clockwork Angel ↠ Gabriel Lightwood [1] |

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." Oscar Wilde ________________ His lips grazed against the skin on her cheek before he gently pressed a kiss there. She could feel the heat radiating from her face and she was silently thankful that it was so dark outside he couldn't see her blush. "Mon coeur est à toi," he whispered ever so softly as he moved his lips from her cheek to her ear. My heart is yours. | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Gold ↠ Matthew Fairchild [1] |