Quotes About Identity

I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both.

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.

Is Adrian here?" "Who?" "Adrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes." She frowned. "Do you mean Jet?" "I … I'm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?" The girl nodded sagely. "Yup. You must mean Jet.

You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though.

Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.

What are you? An after school special?

I?ve seen you too. Ozera. Crispin, right?? ?Christian,? corrected Lissa. ?Right.? .... ?So what brings you and Christopher here?? asked Blake. He finished a glass of something amber colored and set it down beside the new drink. ?Christian,? said Christian. .... Blake gave her puppy-dog eyes. ?But you just got here! I was hoping we could get to know each other.? It went without saying what he meant by that. ?Oh. And Kreskin too.

He shrugged. "The same as any other. It's a way to make people feel better about themselves. Everyone likes feeling special. Being part of an elite group is a way to do that." "But you weren't part of it?" "No need. I already know I'm special.

How do you prove we exist? Maybe we don't.

Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway? Outsourced help?

Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.

How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.

But once in a while . . . I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself.

Hey show some respect. They're real people with names. Carla and Krissy" He frowned. "Or was it Missy?

The answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.

So far I'm not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.

Who... who are you?' I asked at last. It was true. I had left a body in the park, but seriously, what was I supposed to do? Drag him back to my hotel and tell my bellhop my friend had had too much to drink?

I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups

The Alchemists' beliefs are my beliefs," I say quickly. She arched an eyebrow. "Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs." I'd never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.

She accused me of wearing pants from the salvation army." "Rose, your pants ARE from the salvation army." "That's SO not the point!

She's not just any Moroi. She's royal. A princess. And you've seen how she is! Smart and strong and beautiful. She's destined for great things, and one of them isn't being involved with a controversial guardian like me. Her bloodline's regal.Hell, I don't even know who my dad is. Dating her is not even possible. My job is to protect her. To keep her safe. That's where all my attention needs to be.

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.

My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.

Am I still married to a cat? (Adrian)