Richelle Mead Quotes (212 Quotes)

Knowing Lissa missed me hurt almost more than if she'd completely written me off. I'd never wanted to hurt her. Even when I'd resented her for feeling like she was controlling my life, I'd never hated her. I loved her like a sister and couldn't stand the thought of her suffering now on my behalf. How had things gotten so screwed up between us?

You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.

The rage that had expolded inside me diffused. I didn't know where it had come from. I had a short temper and often acted impulsively,but this had been intense and ugly even for me. Weird.

Behaviors and feelings rarely line up

I don't know, but I think it's going to be good.

My life didn?t need to be on the line for me to enjoy dessert.

You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?

I'd do a lot of things to protect you.

Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?

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.

Hey Mason, wipe that drool off you face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. -Rose to Mason

The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I'll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I'll...I don't know. Donate Adrian's money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

You kill me, Rose. Everyday is agony without you.Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive. -Adrian to Rose

The truth, huh? No one wants to hear the truth. The truth is never sexy. But you... You are too goddamned sexy to be real. -Christian to Lissa

Being with him after so long, after everything we'd endured...it was like coming home.

I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my chest. Butterflies, cardiac arrest . . . it was hard to say what exactly.

Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.

You said you were a victim. That's why...that's why ultimately, you and I aren't matched for each other. In spite of everything that's happened, I've never though of myself that way. Being a victim means you're powerless. That you won't take action. Always...always I've done something to fight for myself...for others. No matter what.

I'm sure. But it doesn't work with me. for one thing, you won't look me in the eye. As for the other...I don't know. I can just tell.

Was Deirdre right about me purposely wanting relationships that were impossible?

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.

How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.

The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

Aw you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty. -Adrian Ivashkov

There's a reason they say,"Pride goeth before a fall.

But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.

I have it on good authority that Victor's going to have car trouble. Also that Robert really likes Cheerios, so if you want some, you're out of luck. He doesn't seem like the sharing type.

Sex had been amazing, but it wasn't a magical cure for everything. Damn. Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up common sense.

You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.

It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out.

We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.

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.

I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

Rose, do you think I'd do anything that would hurt you.- Dimitri to Rose

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

But why would Victor and Robert take her? And how the hell did two old men subdue a teenage girl anyway?

I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.

She didn?t know if she could carry on by herself, but then, she realized that if this wasn?t a dream-and dear God, did it feel real-there was no magic ?stop? in real life. If she couldn?t deal with loneliness in a dream, she never would be able to while waking.

You've always been my equal, Roza.

It turns out Dimitri had a friend, who had a friend, and despite the best security in the Moroi world, we managed to get into the Court's prison facilities.

Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway? Outsourced help?

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.