Quotes from Richelle Mead

God, I feel so stupid.

I was no longer the storm-tossed heroine lost in her lover's arms. I was Sydney Sage, Alchemist and caretaker, and I was back in business.

but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love. - Rose Hathaway

We would march forward, hand and hand, and I would spend the rest of my days making our love greater and greater.

The old Dimitri would want you to live. If you really loved him, then you have to go on.

Is it terrible? Being cut off from spirit's high?" "No, because being with you is a greater high than spirit, drinking, or anything else could ever conjure.

You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want... I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless." - Adrian Ivashkov

No puedo creer que no quieras nada. Va a ser un cumpleaños aburrido. "Libertad", pensé yo. Ése era el único regalo que anhelaba: libertad para tomar mis propias decisiones, libertad para amar a quien yo quisiese. No importa -dije en cambio. ¿Qué es lo que...? -se detuvo. Lo comprendió. Siempre lo hacía.

Gold and orange hues suggested it was nearing sunset. "Beautiful," I murmured. "I agree," Adrian said, and I saw his eyes were on me.

Live in the now. Jump right in and worry about the consequences later.

If God was real, I figured He was powerful enough to know what I wanted without me actually saying the right words.

A Midsummer Night's Dream?" "Of course," said Clarence. "A great piece on love.

Después de un mundo de muerte, parecía apreciar más el amor. No sólo eso, lo necesitaba. Necesitaba la vida. Él me necesitaba, no sólo físicamente, sino de la misma manera que mi corazón y mi alma siempre clamaban por él. • capítulo 29

You're too strong, too opinionated, to just let yourself go with the first offer. You deserve more. You deserve to have them lined up in front of you.

Really?" I asked. "Misty Steele?" Marcus shrugged. "It was Adrian's suggestion." "It's badass," insisted Adrian.

You can't go do stupid shit like that.

It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.

For someone who'd spent most of his adult life fearful of getting girls pregnant, I thought my unexpected paternal trial was turning out reasonably well.

He pressed his cheek to my forehead. "I don't know," he said. "I think you're my strength." It was a sweet and romantic statement, but something about it bothered me. "That's not quite right," I said, wondering how I could put my feelings into words. I knew you could help someone else in a relationship. You could strengthen them and support them. But you couldn't actually do everything for them.

I looked down at her face, with her flushed cheeks and damp strands of hair, and thought, Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

I unlocked the door and, on impulse, swept Sydney into my arms and carried her inside.

She simply stared at me, her dark gaze practically piercing my soul. A tangle of emotions tightened in my chest.

Depends. Did you stop at the drugstore, along with your trip to the wine store?" "Stop there? Hell, I bought that place out, Sydney. I'm having no repeats of last time.

It turned out to be worth the effort, though, and when we fell asleep in each other's arms much later, naked except for our wedding rings, I knew it had been worth all the effort.