Jem is my greatest sin.
You are home for me now." --Jem to Tessa
Wherever we are, we are as one
Jem knotted his fingers in the material of Will's sleeve. "You are my parabatai," he said, "You said once I could ask anything of you.
Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!
Your place is with me. It always will be. -Jem Carstairs
You think she is pretty?' Will was surprised; Jem rarely opined this sort of thing. 'Yes, and you do too.' 'I hadn't noticed, really.' 'Yes, you have, and I've noticed you noticing.
Jem?" he said. 'It is you, James?' 'Who else?' Jem's voice.
There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.
She did not belong to Will-she was too much herself to belong to anyone, even Jem-but she belonged with them, and silently he cursed the Consul for not seeing it.
For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also.
I will still be in some part the Jem you knew, and I will see you with the eyes of my heart.
She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.
Will had laid down his heart for her and Jem to walk upon because he loved them more than he loved himself