whatever you are physically…male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. if you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. all those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside.
I just pictured Tessa Gray seeing Alec Lightwood sitting with Magnus Bane and for a split second she thought she saw her husband laughing with his old friend and Jem asks why she’s crying but then he sees it to and he smiled softly and wipes away Tessa’s tears and I just died a little
And Will, who had words for every occasion, opened his mouth and closed it on silence, and instead reached for her to pull her against him. Her wrap fell onto the stairs, but his arms were warm around her, and his mouth hot against hers as he slanted his head down to kiss her. He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.
“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire