Richelle Mead famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.
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People who are crazy rarely question whether they're crazy.
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It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.
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The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.
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In the real world, you can make your own miracles.
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If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.
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I find more peace with you.
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Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experience before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.
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Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
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The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.
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I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony
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I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
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Sometimes it's worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.
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Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
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I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.
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Very often the things we most desire come only after much patience and struggle.
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Most good things come with the risk of something bad.
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I haven’t even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive.
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A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.
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I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
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Did you hotwire this car?" I then rephrased my question. "Did you STEAL this car?
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I loved you!" he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. "I loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up.
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We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.
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You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone—not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee—push you around.
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Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.
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This wasn’t the first time I’d been pulled out of bed for a crucial mission. It was, however, the first time I’d been subjected to such a personal line of questioning. “Are you a virgin?
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But what are loyalty and caring really worth?" "To me? Everything.
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My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease.
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He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
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The bond was so strange at times. Jill was jealous on Adrian's behalf.
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Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie’s but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian’s, of course. No one’s eyes were that amazingly green.
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We're pieces on a gameboard, Dr. March, and some of us are more powerful than others. You. Me. Her. We're the ones the gods want. We're the ones they're fighting over.
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You’ll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim her, you will swear your loyalty to me.
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But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.
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Oh, so that's why you're up here. For a pity party." "This isn't a joke. I'm serious." I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress. He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. "So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it's going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you'll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long.
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You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can.
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Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.
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I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.
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Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.
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And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
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There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.
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Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.
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He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.
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Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.
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I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack.
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The training part," I guessed. "Yup. You're going to be Dimitri's partner." A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to anyone except Dimitri and me. Our eyes met. "Guarding partner," Dimitri clarified unnecessarily, like maybe he too had been thinking of other kinds of partners.
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The other problem in my life is Dimitri. He's the one who killed Natalie, and he's a total badass. He's also pretty good-looking. Okay—more than good-looking. He's hot—like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
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Throughout history, people with new ideas—who think differently and try to change things—have always been called troublemakers.
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Rose. Roza. Open your eyes." I've never heard heard his voice so strained, so frantic. "Don't go to sleep on me. Not yet.
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Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.†“Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?†murmured Doug. “Well,†I told Doug, “I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.†Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. “Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I’d be Seth Mortensen’s love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.
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Love is rarely flawless,†Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.
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How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.
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I don't care," said Seth. "I would have done it. I would have sold my soul for you. You and me...I told you. Something's always going to keep us near each other...even if we aren't together.
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You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.
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Don't fight them anymore.I'm going to go with them." "No. I won't let them take you." "You have to," I begged. He was breathing hard, every part of him braced and ready to attack. We locked gazes, and a thousand messages seemed to flow between us as the old electricity crackled in the air.
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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.
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I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.
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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.
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Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.
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Rose only hangs out with guys and psychopaths," said Mia. "Well," he said cheerfully, "since I'm both a psychopath and a guy, that would explain why we're such good friends.
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This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.
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What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?
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You managed to get him a duster, but you couldn't find me a pair of jeans?
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There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
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Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.
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About time," Christian said. "Lissa and Adrian get the market share on worrying about you, but they're not the only ones. And someone needs to put Adrian in his place, you know. I can't do it all the time." "Thanks. It kills me to say this, but I missed you too. No one's sarcasm compares to yours in Russia.
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Well, you've finally got a license to kill. It's about time. " I turned and met the amused eyes of Christian Ozera, a onetime annoyance who'd become a good friend. So good, in fact, that in my joyous zeal, I reached out and hugged him--something he clearly didn't expect. I was surprising everyone today. "Whoa, whoa, " he said backing up, flushing. "It figures. You're the only girl who'd get all emotional about the thought of killing. I don't even want to think about what goes on when you and Ivashkov are alone.
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Rose,†he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, “I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot being at the top of the list. You know what’s not on the list? Sane.
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Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.
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Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calender?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door." "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.
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I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.
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They’re waiting for you. Go on in.†Adrian leaned close to Keith’s ear and spoke in an ominous voice. “If.You.Dare.†He poked Keith’s shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha†kind of monster laugh.
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The greatest changes in history have come when people were able to shake off what others told them to do.
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I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?
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„Ma'am?“ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. “Hmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.“ “Melrose,“ I corrected. “Are you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.“ „Well, my first name is Sydney,“ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
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Wanting and needing are two different things.
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Rose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they studied their surroundings, taking no detail or person for granted.
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Happy Birthday." Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him.
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Eugenie, my sweet, your outraged protests are adorable, but they only continue to slow us down. If you want me to help you, then let me. If you don't, then take me to one of those places where human women wear revealing clothing and quickly lose their virtue through alcohol.
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Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show.
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But it's not the name I'd give to a conqueror of worlds... I would've gone with Thundro or Ragnor. I might just call him Thundro anyway.
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How do you know it was the blighted pile? Did you recognize Maiwenn’s gift?†“No, but there was a marble bust of Dorian in there, which I figured must have been his kingdom’s ‘humble’ gift.
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Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?
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I can’t have it either. It affects the babies in utero.†“Nonsense,†he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasn’t so damned good-looking. “Why, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine.†“I think you’re proving my point for me,†I said dryly
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Oh," he said to Kiyo, voice completely devoid of emotion. "I see. It's your turn again.
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Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...
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Later, I would ask Shaya to help me compose a formal response to Katrice's letter, something a long the lines of "I am the Thorn Queen. F*** Off.
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What about you, Sage? I know we don't have to worry about you violating the dress code. Did you have fun at your Alchemist spa this weekend?
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You're in an awfully good mood," he observed. "Was there a sale at Khakis-R-Us?
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I’d mentioned this odd wardrobe choice to Adrian a couple of weeks ago: “Isn’t Dimitri hot?†Adrian’s response hadn’t been entirely unexpected: “Well, yeah, according to most women, at least.
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Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.
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We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.
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Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.
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It’s Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.
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