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.

We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain," said Matthew. "It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.

That's everyone's dream, isn't it, really? Instead of many who give you little pieces of themselves-one who gives you everything.

It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

It is stupid to hope, but sometimes hope is all you have.

Love could be a last hope and a star to steer by.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

Wherever Jordan's going - and I do believe we all go somewhere - think of it as the light that will bring him home.

So what do we do?" Alec whispered.Magnus shrugged and smiled suddenly; with his messy black hair and the gleam in his gold-green eyes, he looked like a mischievous teenager. "what everyone else does," he replied. "Like you said. Hope.