Quotes About Identity

love is stupid. it makes you do stupid things. Don't be sorry you loved him. that's part of you, part you have to let go, but still something that's made you into who you are.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

But to be able to kiss someone you love when you're fully and completely in control of yourself and know who you are...it's exquisite. How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves...

What's your name?" "What?" I asked, squinting at the light. "Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me. "You know my name." "I want you to tell me." "Rose. Rose Hathaway." "Do you know your birthday?" "Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?" Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off.

I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov

Dimitri: She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential— Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?

You don't know your father, do you?" I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair." Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have.

I slept with her because she was hot and wanted me. Maybe we're dealing with the supernatural, but I'm still human.

Don't cut it," he said gruffly. "But no one'll see my tattoos if I don't." "Wear it up." -Dimitri, Rose, Dimitri

No podía ser la novia de Mason porque cuando me imaginaba a alguien sujetándome y murmurándome marranadas al oído, ese alguien tenía acento ruso.

Was that how I appeared? I often thought of myself as a trigger-happy queen bitch...

We try to do what's right, or rather, what others say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose

Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway, outsourced help?" -Rose Hathaway

I also suddenly realized that, as unlikely as it seemed, Adrian and I had a lot in common. Both of us were constantly boxed in by others' expectations. It didn't matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person. Adrian Ivashkov—flippant, vampire party boy—was more like me than anyone else I knew.

But never, ever, had I been called irresponsible. And I kind of liked it.

Oh, great. I'm a doll.

Blood doesn't lie

El arte no tiene porque tener sentido, pequeña dhampir. Además, se supone que yo estoy loco, ¿verdad?

What are you going to name him?" I asked her. Adrian followed my lead. "Adrian Sinclair has a nice ring to it," he said. Olive's eyes, full of fear, watched the window and door, but her lips curled into another smile at the joke. "Declan." "Nice Irish name," I said. "It would work," Adrian conceded. "Declan Adrian Sinclair." "Declan Neil," she corrected.

I'd never really planned on stealing someone else's life.

Crees que pienso en ti todo el tiempo? A menos que te llames Adrian Ivashkov te estas engañando.

I didn't care that we were out in public. I didn't care that he was Moroi. All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

Never would I have guessed I'd fall so comfortably into the role of husband and father. Never would I have guessed I'd be married to a human. And I certainly wouldn't have guessed I'd be so happy without spirit.