Quotes from Richelle Mead

Guys do ridiculous things for love." Adrian reached into his pocket and held up a pack of cigarettes. "Do you know how badly I want one of these right now? Yet I suffer, Rose. All for you.

Right. As opposed to your cradle-robbing mentor. I don't really see you making much progress with him.

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

Hey Rose, welcome back. You still breaking hearts?" "Are you volunteering?" His grin widened." Let's hang out sometime and find out. If you ever get parole.

That's the last time you're going to kiss me," I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. "So you say.

You want to be an alchemist so badly? Don't wait to react to the immediate problem. Plan ahead. Look at the big picture and you won't ever have to deal with that problem. Better to save yourself from a major catastrophe than drag your feet over a bunch of little inconveniences.

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.

Adrian, you're a genius.

Ian's the black sheep." "I thought I was the black sheep," said Seth, sounding almost hurt. "No. You're the unfocused artistic one. I'm the responsible one. Ian's the wild, hedonistic one." "What's hedonistic?" asked Kendall. Her father considered. "It means you run up a lot of credit card bills you can't pay, change jobs a lot, and have a lot of…lady friends.

Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.

That was the best not-sex ever.

See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.

I just told you to be quiet. That's one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.

I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people." "That's not bad," I admitted. "Then she asked what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start?" "Adrian!" "Stop saying my name like that. I told her the truth. By the time I was on the fourth one, she told me I could go." I groaned and resisted the urge to beat my head on the steering wheel.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

Because I don't do things in halves, Mom. Especially when it comes to love.

But as I guided her to my belt and then laid her down on the bed, I knew which way our path would go. We would be together forever. We had to be. There was no way that all these feelings between us could ever dim or be defeated.

Look who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. It's a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasn't a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things that's symbolic of another thing. But isn't the same thing. Just like it." "You mean a metaphor?" "No! It's like a story...like...a proverb! That's it." "I'm pretty sure that wasn't a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy." "I don't think so.

My smile faded, and I suddenly felt confused. My heart leapt in my chest. "Why would you do that for me?" "What wouldn't I do for you?

Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU LOVE SOMEONE AND FOR THAT PERSON TO SLAP YOU RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.

His smile returned as he tilted his head toward Sydney. "You were wrong. She really is the new general in town." I smiled back, hoping he wasn't aware of my body's reaction to us standing so close. "Maybe. But, it's okay. You can still be colonel." He arched an eybrow. "Oh? Did you just demote yoursefl? Colonel's right below general. What's that make you?" I reached into my pocket and triumphantly flashed the CR-V keys I'd swiped when we'd come back inside. "The driver," I said.

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