She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.
My parabatai, he loved like few ever could love, with all and everything. I see you are like that too; it burns more brightly in you than the fire of Heaven.
I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.
Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.
I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever—" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?
She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.
Today I love you more than ever; tomorrow I will love you even more. I need you more than ever; I want you more than ever.
He loved her enough to know she was better off without him
There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.
She weighed no more than a feather as he lifted her, but he teased her, saying, "You weigh more than you look."
"You are weaker than you look," she immediately whispered.