It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.

Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?

If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace’s shadow that he didn’t expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of anyone in a room, and of being looked at longest.And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.

Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.

No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.

As if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. Since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.

You could have anything else in the world. and you asked for me.

Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Crying wouldn't help anything now.