Alex

“To love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
― Cassandra Clare

“All right," he said.
Magnus whipped toward him in the dark, all coiled energy now, all cheekbones and shimmering eyes. “Really?”
“Really,” Alec said. He reached out a hand, and interlinked his fingers with Magnus’s. There was a glow being woken in Alec’s chest, where all had been dark. Magnus cupped his long fingers under Alec’s jawline and kissed him, his touch light against Alec’s skin: a slow and gentle kiss, a kiss that promised more later, when they were no longer on a roof and could be seen by anyone walking by.
“So I’m your first ever Shadowhunter, huh?” Alec said when they separated at last.
“You’re my first so many things, Alec Lightwood,” Magnus said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Brother Zachariah,” Isabelle said. “Months January through December of the Hot Silent Brothers Calendar. What’s he doing here?”

“There’s a Hot Silent Brothers Calendar?” said Alec. “Do they sell it?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“De vreme ce tu tot mori, e ciudat, dar preferi să fie când ataci și nu când fugi. Cred că senzația aceasta împacă un sentiment fundamental: atacând, îți alegi tu, parcă, moartea; urmărit de altul și ajuns din urmă, moartea ți-e impusă.”
― Camil Petrescu, Ultima noapte de dragoste, întâia noapte de război