Richelle Mead Quotes (212 Quotes)

I set off, off to kill the man I love.

Those who have to ask if faith is true are opening up a discussion they may not be ready for.

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.

Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.

The answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.

I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.

Yet, it had been Dimitri's gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world.

Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.

And I told you, I'm not going to pursue another man's girlfriend. You want to talk honor. There it is in its purest form

I always love it whenever Rose delivers one of her witty one-liners-particularly when it's a completely serious situation. The contrast always amuses me, but then, I'm biased.

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.

You know, Aunt Tasha makes jokes about how you?d actually be a better queen than the others, except sometimes . . . I don?t think she?s joking.

I was testing dorm security. It sucks. -Rose to Dimitri

Throughout history, people with new ideas-who think differently and try to change things-have always been called troublemakers.

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....

Frantically, I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

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.