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Quotes from Richelle Mead

When it came to the strong-willed women in my life, I found it was sometimes easiest to nod and agree with whatever they dictated was best.
~ Richelle Mead
It's worth it, worth giving up the sun and the magic.
~ Richelle Mead
The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal.
~ Richelle Mead
Está mejor - respondió con remilgo - Afortunadamente, me lo rompió una perra psicótica, y no alguien de la familia. Le di mi mejor sonrisa psicótica. Qué mal. La familia te puede golpear por accidente. Las perras psicóticas tienden a volver por más
~ Richelle Mead
Estoy confundido. No consigo leer tus señales. Unas veces si, otras no. Dices que me quieres, pero dices que no quieres. Si te decidieras, sería fantástico, pero me estás haciendo pensar una cosa y, a continuación, al final acabas yendo en una dirección completamente diferente. No sólo ahora, todo el tiempo.
~ Richelle Mead
Part of me felt mollified by the letter, though another part felt he still could have been a bit more tactful in his earlier treatment, busy or no. The rest of me pointed out that all of these "parts of me" probably should be in therapy.
~ Richelle Mead
The venerable cypress clings doggedly to its rocky perch, its branches spreading wide and high into the sky. 'See how it stands proudly, even in such inhospitable conditions?' our father used to say. 'This is how we must always be - strong and resilient, no matter what's around us.
~ Richelle Mead
Adrian was right that the sun I'd just described wasn't the design that had been the on the sword or brochure. Both of those had used an ancient symbol. The one in my vision was a more modern adaption-and this wasn't the first time I'd seen it. The sun in my vision was an exact match for Trey's tattoo.
~ Richelle Mead
You want diamonds? I'll give you diamonds. I'll shower you in them. Hell, I'll get you a gown made out of them. But it's going to be skimpy.
~ Richelle Mead
To say my friends were living a soap opera was an understatement. They almost made my dangerous relationship with Adrian look boring.
~ Richelle Mead
Like calls to like.
~ Richelle Mead
You look too pretty to be useful. Truer words were never spoken.
~ Richelle Mead
He felt like his whole life was balancing on a razor's edge, and the easy thing, the thing he wanted most, was to jump off with her. But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, no matter how much he wanted to forget, the memory of those words spoken in that fateful dream came back to haunt him, as they so always did: 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.
~ Richelle Mead
No había nada que yo amara mas que tentar a Dimitri. Bueno, aparte de besarlo.
~ Richelle Mead
Todas las cosas mueren, pero no siempre quedan muertas.
~ Richelle Mead
Heat burned in his eyes, something a little darker and more intense than our typical bantering called for. "In fact, I'm downright unstoppable now. A god, babe. Come on back to the office, and I'll show you." I walked away, giving him a taunting look over my shoulder, still playing it light. "Not my religion, babe.
~ Richelle Mead
I meant what I said before, you know. I trust you. Whatever reason you're doing this, I know it's a good one. But before things start moving, are you sure this is what you want?
~ Richelle Mead
She clung to me and stammered out, "I don't want to sleep with the lights out." "You don't ever have to sleep in the dark again," I swore to her.
~ Richelle Mead
His eyes were so dark and deep that I wanted to dive right in.
~ Richelle Mead
I remembered Sydney saying I was a hot commodity here. Scorching was more like it, apparently.
~ Richelle Mead
I don't belong to anyone. I make my own choices." "And you're with Adrian," said Dimitri. "But I was meant for you.
~ Richelle Mead
Rose, you're wise in so many ways . . . and so young in others.
~ Richelle Mead
Tasha y yo debería invertir en máscaras en plan fantasma de la ópera
~ Richelle Mead
The smile that lit Sydney's features warmed me all over.
~ Richelle Mead