"We become what we are afraid we will be"

“Denial,” said Alec, “is not just a river in Africa.”
“Egypt,” said Jace. “It’s not just a river in Egypt, Alec.”
“Right,” said Alec. “It’s not a river there, either.”
Jace swung toward his parabatai. “No, look, Alec, the Nile is in Egypt.” He sighed at Alec’s puzzled look. “Never mind. The joke is dead. You killed it.”

"Sometimes Jace wondered if there were other Jaces in those worlds, and if so whether their fathers and mothers were alive or dead. He wondered whether those versions of him were happy or sad, and whether they wondered about him."

It was tradition for Shadowhunters to have a suggenes, someone who walked alongside them up the aisle to the marriage ceremony. Usually a sibling or a close friend—and if you had a parabatai, the choice for suggenes was made for you. But Will’s parabatai was a Silent Brother now, and Silent Brothers could not be suggenes. So that place beside Will would remain empty as he walked the floor of the cathedral.Or at least it would look empty to everyone else. To Will, it would be filled with the memory of Jem: Jem’s smile, Jem’s hand on his arm, Jem’s unwavering loyalty.

"Wo men shi sheng si ji jao."