What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.
But I think it has to do with what you believe about yourself. If you believe you’re damned, then you are. But if you don’t…
He'd learned his lesson a long time ago: Even in the midst of heartbreak, you could still find yourself laughing.
They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.
Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.
Whoever loves you now—and you must also love yourself—will love the truth of you.
Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.