Richelle Mead’s “Spirit Bound” Quotes (29 Quotes)

But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself.

That which is dead doesn't always stay dead....

Dimitri should have been here with me. That's how it was supposed to have been.

The Guardians wouldn't abandon the last Dragomir. And I wouldn't have abandoned Lissa even if there were a million Dragomirs.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.

Ever since Dimitri came back...no, scratch that. Ever since you became obsessed with changing him, you've been torn over me. No matter what's happened between us, you've never really given yourself over to our relationship. I wanted to believe what you told me. I thought you were ready...but you weren't.

The queen's guards might have been the best of the best, but Dimitri . . . well, my former lover and instructor was in a category all his own. His fighting skills were beyond anyone else's, and he was using them all in defense of me.

He has no right to threaten my boyfriends. I'm eighteen. An adult. I don't need his help. I can threaten my boyfriends myself.

There's a big difference between death threats and love letters-even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.

Hope implies that you think you have a chance at something.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?

Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.

I, had an excellent instructor. One that you currently have locked up. If you want to talk about skills going to waste, then go look in your own jail.

You can live a lifetime in two years.

If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination-which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.

You could change the quorum law if you wanted, you sanctimonious bitch!

If I had learned anything in my life about love, it was that they were tenous things that could end at any moment. Caution was essential-but not at the cost of risking your life

You did what you did out of love. I can't be mad at you over that. It was stupid, but that's how love is. Do you have any idea what I'd do for you? To keep you safe?

It matters to me. That's what you don't get. You can't understand. You can't understand what it's like knowing what I did. That whole time being Strigoi...It's like a dream now, but it's one I remember clearly. There can be no forgiveness for me. And what happened with you? I remember that most of all. Everything I did. Everything I wanted to do.

You'll have your own superhero club before you know it. -Christian Ozera

It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.

It's not my fault so much as my genius,

I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.

After the bitching I'd done to Abe about going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City.

So they finally gave you the license to kill, about time.

As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.

That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.