Quotes from Richelle Mead

And I'm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.

I wasn't sure if all the bright days I'd had with Dimitri were worth the hurt I felt now.

Sydney was an efficient person, and that extended to showers as well. Me? You could have conducted full demolition and remodeling in the time it took me to shower.

Just live in the moment.

La guerra fa emergere il mostro che è nell'uomo.

People see what they're expecting to see.

It's a Christmas miracle. I had no tree. Now I have a forest.

Sonya wasn't listening. Her gaze was totally fixated on the road we'd pulled off onto. We came to a red light, where I caught sight of a cheery sign: WELCOME TO ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN.

In the real world, you can make your own miracles

I always teased her I'd serve her lemonade out there. It would be the perfect place for us—the meeting of worlds. But at the moment, it was hard to imagine a future like that.

I could've drowned in that beauty, that and the love I could feel radiating off of her.

If Sydney had met many dhampirs like Yeva, I could understand why she thought our race were minions of hell.

that was something we'd been taught as guardians: sleep when you can because you don't know when you'll be able to again.

We'd get one precious hour of making out or talking—usually making out, made more frantic by the pressure bearing down on us—and

In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I'd get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn't.

That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are....

Most people don't leave their mark on the world through big miracles. Some do," she added quickly. "But sometimes the biggest impact is made by a series of small, quiet things. You won't be able to do anything like that if you're—

Every relationship is different. Everybody loves differently.

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache.

No. Yeva hasn't been very forthcoming this morning.

I'd said it before and meant it.Alive or undead,the love of my life was a bad ass.

She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.

she seemed too beautiful and too ethereal to be part of this dreary landscape.

But with Sydney . . . with Sydney, I'd had it all—and lost it all. Love, understanding, respect. The sense that we'd both become better people because of each other and could take on anything so long as we were together. Only we weren't together anymore. They'd ripped us apart, and I didn't know what was going to happen now.