Richelle Quotes

#1. We could, you know, go out for hot dogs. Don't worry - they're not actually dogs. It's just a name. They're these meat things that you put on buns - that's a kind of bread - and then you top them with other things and - "

"I know what a hot dog is," interrupted Mark.

"You do?" I asked, legitimately surprised. "How?"

"We're not that remote. We have TV and movies. Besides, I've left Siberia, you know. I've been to the U.S."

"Really? Did you try a hot dog?"

"No," he said. "I was offered one … but it didn't look that appetizing."

"What!" I exclaimed. "Blasphemy. They're delicious."

"Aren't they compressed animal parts?" he pushed.

"Well, yeah… I think so. But so is sausage."

Mark shook his head. "I don't know. Something's just not right about a hot dog."

"Not right? I think you mean so right. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#2. I will do what I say I will do, tis the motto of all grand and worthy souls. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#3. Life is too hard to maintain a constantly serious outlook. You have to laugh at yourself and the world now and then―see humor in undesirable circumstances, even harsh situations―or you will either rot from the inside or go stark-raving mad. Humor is power against the worst oppression. It lightens heavy burdens; it allows one to smile while in agony; it eases excruciating pains. In short, humor makes the intolerable tolerable. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#4. It may not be fair that people make judgments so quickly, usually within a few seconds of observation, but it's unrealistic to expect that they won't. So, if you want to be judged in a certain manner, be sure that your look and demeanor give that impression. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#5. What happened? Did a house fall on your sister?" I asked. Maybe there was a benefit to our language barrier. She pursed her lips.
"You can't stay here much longer," she said.
My mouth dropped open.
"You ... you speak English?"
She snorted. "Of course. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#6. Two powerful, little words I've learned to use when facing challenges, fears, and doubts - so what? #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#7. The happiest adults are those who never buried old toys or abandoned imaginary friends. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#8. Love is knowing someone so deeply, understanding her so completely, that you can finish her thoughts without hesitation, confident in reading her face, her body, even her slightest gesture means something to you. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#9. If you truly wish to change what is without, you must first change what festers within. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#10. What is so rewarding about friendship?" my son asked, curling his upper lip into a sour expression. "Making friends takes too much time and effort, and for what?"

I sat on the edge of his bed, understanding how it might seem simpler to go at life solo.

"Friendship has unique rewards," I told him. "They can be unpredictable. For instance...." I couldn't help but pause to smile crookedly at an old memory that was dear to my heart. Then I shared with my son an unforgettable incident from my younger years.

"True story. When I was about your age, I decided to try out for a school play. Tryouts were to begin after the last class of the day, but first I had to run home to grab a couple props for the monologue I planned to perform during tryouts. Silly me, I had left them at the house that morning. Luckily, I only lived across a long expanse of grassy field that separated the school from the nearest neighborhood. Unluckily, it was raining and I didn't have an umbrella.

"Determined to get what I needed, I raced home, grabbed my props, and tore back across the field while my friend waited under the dry protection of the school's wooden eaves. She watched me run in the rain, gesturing for me to go faster while calling out to hurry up or we would be late.

"The rain was pouring by that time which was added reason for me to move fast. I didn't want to look like a wet rat on stage in front of dozens of fellow students. Don't ask #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#11. I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#12. What's up?" Christian asked. "Need some hairstyling tips?"
"Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really good bacon meatloaf recipe."
It was worth it then and there to see his complete and total surprise.
"Since when do you cook?" he finally managed to stammer.
"Oh, you know. I'm a Renaissance man. I do it all. Send it if you've got it, and I'll give it a try. I'll let you know if I make any improvements."
His smirk returned. "Are you trying to impress a girl?"
"With cooking?" I pointed at my face. "This is all it takes, Ozera. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#13. Fear confronted me, and I stood paralyzed. He seemed a formidable, abiding presence.
Then a voice whispered, "Fear not."
Fear not, I thought with desperate longing. Oh, how I wanted to heed those words - but how? Hour after hour, day after day, fear refused to budge while I remained paralyzed. And so I let him make my choices; what else could I do? Alas, he never once chose well for me. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#14. But the humans weren't what made my steps falter as I walked through grass that had turned bright green with summer's touch. It was Dimitri. Always Dimitri. Dimitri, the man I loved. Dimitri, the Strigoi I wanted to save. Dimitri, the monster I'd most likely have to kill. The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd move on. He was always with me, always on my mind, always making me question myself. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#15. A princess once carefully kissed a porcupine to be kind, upon which he began to think himself a prince. He then dressed like a prince, behaved like a prince, and announced himself to be a prince. The world, therefore, saw him as such, and so a porcupine prince he was. (Of course, most were reluctant to argue with him otherwise.) #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#16. Anyone who takes the time to listen is either an old soul or a romantic one. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#17. Heroes don't have the need to be known as heroes, they just do what heroes do because it is right and it must be done. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#18. The road to happiness starts with a deep breath and an awareness of the many blessings tied to that single breath. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#19. I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#20. If we were to behave half as well as we believe others ought to behave, we might prove ourselves as grand in character as excuses and justifications prevent us from being. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#21. A Midsummer Night's Dream?" "Of course," said Clarence. "A great piece on love. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#22. Life's like that. As we grow and change, some things we've experienced before take on new meaning. It'll happen for the rest of your life. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#23. We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart ... #Quote by Richelle Mead

#24. How does a tiny heart harbor so many clashing sentiments?
One moment it is devoted. The next, purely disdaining.
Weeping at tremendous heartache
and then laughing, lighthearted, through the same tears.
How can a heart rage so fierce as to boil blood while it turns to ice?

How is this done?

To love, hate, esteem, deride, rejoice, deplore, favor, resent -
all of these and more swirling inside.
This sensitive heart, so full and resilient, buoys up to the point of bursting
and then deflates on a dime; it is a slave to whims and whispers.
How is it that the human heart beats so wild and untamed? #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#25. I don't suppose you offered to help?"
"Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?"
"What? With you?"
"No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#26. Didn't need to see your aura." He tapped my forehead. "You get a cute little frown there when
you've got something bothering you."
"Not everything about me is cute."
"That's true. Some things are cute. The rest are sexy." His voice was low as he leaned toward
me. "So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it's a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever think
about is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feel
when I - "
"Adrian," I interrupted.
His eyes smoldered. "Yes?"
"Shut up. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#27. Because it's our duty to God to protect the rest of humanity from evil creatures of the night. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#28. History's like that. There are wars, and unfortunately, in the end, who wins and who loses is more important than who's right or wrong. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#29. We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I'd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#30. Well," he said, clearly enjoying my confusion. "It was actually for two souls, since you and Seth were both saved. But even if it wasn't, it still would've been worth it. Do you know the price of one soul, Georgina? It's beyond rubies and diamonds, beyond any mortal reckoning. If it had taken me centuries, if it had taken a dozen more angels to help me, it all would have been worth it. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#31. There is a sky full of stars aplenty, and all you can babble about is a cold, little rock we call the moon. This is how it is with petty problems that exist too close to us. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#32. Rose," she said, leaning toward me. "I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not going to give you lectures or demand any explanations. Honestly, since you aren't my student anymore, I don't have the right to ask or tell you anything." It was like what Adrian had said. "You can lecture," I told her. "I've always respected you and want to hear what you have to say." The ghost of a smile flashed on her face. "All right, here it is. You screwed up." "Wow. You weren't kidding about bluntness. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#33. Because there is no greater evil than ignorance and the destruction of genius. Ignorance has been responsible for more death, more bigotry, and more sin than any other force. It is the destroyer of mankind. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#34. You were born and with you endless possibilities, very few ever to be realized. It's okay. Life was never about what you could do, but what you would do. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#35. Well ... what did you promise exactly? Not to tell anyone that Eric Dragomir had a mistress and baby?"
Sonya nodded.
"And not to tell who they were?"
Sonya nodded again.
Sydney gave Sonya the warmest, friendliest smile i'd ever seen on the Alchemist. "Did you promise not to tell anyone where they are?" Sonya nodded, and Sydney's smile faltered a little. Then her eyes lit up. "Did you promise not to LEAD anyone to where they are? #Quote by Richelle Mead

#36. Books are carnival rides for your imagination. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#37. It's a tricky art, working with them in their purest form," she mused. "Simultaneously simple yet infinitely complex." It sounded like my relationship with Adrian. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#38. Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn't to open your eyes but to open your heart. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#39. Wilted or in bloom,
taking or lending daylight,
the world transitions. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#40. Humans are born into the light Shining good, shining bright Only evil thrives at night Let us banish them from our sight. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#41. Find much to be grateful for in every day. Doing so will not only enrich your life, it will bless those around you in ways you may never know. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#42. Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#43. „Hey, you were braver than me. And look, you did it all without losing that towel."
Amusement lit Sydney's features as she let me draw her near. She patted the top of the towel, where it wrapped around her chest. "It's all in how you fold it," she said practically. "Do it the right way, and nothing will get it off."
"Challenge accepted," I murmured, bringing my lips down to hers.
… I lifted her easily in my arms and carried her over to the bed, amazed at how the strongest woman I knew could feel so light in my arms.
I was also amazed at how difficult that towel was to get off.
Sydney laughed softly, trailing her fingers along my cheeks. The sunlight peeping in around the window blinds made her look like she was made of gold. "Uh-oh," she said. "Are you going to fail in your challenge?"
I finally untwisted the fold and removed the towel, tossing it as far from the bed as I could. "No way," I said, as always in awe of her body. "It takes a lot more than that to keep me away. You'll have to try harder next time."
She helped pull my shirt off over my head. "Now why would I want to do that? #Quote by Richelle Mead

#44. That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away and pinning it down against the covers. "Never thought I'd be the one slowing you down." I opened my eyes and met his. "I'm a quick study. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#45. In a world plagued with commonplace tragedies, only one thing exists that truly has the power to save lives, and that is love. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#46. An unbridled imagination is the fountain of youth; it's what keeps us young at heart. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#47. Kresh kept silent beside me as Baron rehearsed his deadly plan. I listened with my eyes aimed at the horizon, witnessing the night consume a final red vein of daylight. It struck me that nightfall always drowned the sunset. Never did the sun resurface from where it sank, nor would it ever. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#48. What is this thing of intangible substance that wreaks consequential havoc on our lives? What is this sensitive thread that runs through heart and mind, and when given the slightest tremor grasps hold of all sanity, dragging the afflicted down to insufferable depths or flinging him weightless to euphoric heights? What is this magic we would deem imagination, fantasy, or pretend if not for the evidence of power manifest by human consequences? Effortlessly controlling us, it affects the infected in an instant. It takes but one word, one thought, one act to become immersed.
To stop it is hopeless.
To stifle it, demanding.
To think to master it is both improbable and pretentious.
What is this invisible hand that blinds our eyes and reigns hearts with a string? It is nature's drug and poison we call emotion. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#49. Compliments land as
soft and gentle on my ears
as a butterfly. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#50. Rosemarie you are out of line #Quote by Richelle Mead

#51. You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#52. I don't know . . . jaguars and obsidian. That's not their style. Why didn't she use a silver dagger on you?" "Maybe #Quote by Richelle Mead

#53. It is a fact that one man can be deliriously happy in the exact situation that causes another man to wither from depression. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#54. I can say you're okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance."
"Brilliant? You think I'm brilliant?"
He threw his hands skyward. "You hear
that, world? Sage says I'm brilliant. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#55. It's the best I have," he said in earnest.

"I know," she whispered, not ungrateful but with woe unfeigned. "It just isn't good enough. Not today. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#56. That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?"
"That," said Abe darkly, "is an excellent question."
"Because they were apparently kidnapping Jill Mastrano in Detroit," said Christian. "Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#57. Don't touch her, he growled.
There was a note in his voice that would of scared me if it had been directed toward me. He shoved me behind him, putting his body protectively in front of mine with my back to the table. Guardians came at us from all directions,and Dimitri began dispatching them with the same deadly grace that had once made people call him a god. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#58. The fact that you're unsure probably means you need food that much more," he said, which sounded like the weirdest logic I'd ever heard. "At least in my experience."
I wondered how much "experience" he had in these matters. I really didn't know what he did in his free time. Maybe there was more Russian vodka being consumed than I knew about. I always just figured when he wasn't working, he and Rose were off grappling on training mats, or whatever passed between those two as foreplay.
"You sure you don't want to go home and cuddle up with Rose?" I asked. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#59. I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Will it ever get better?"
The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I ... I don't know. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#60. He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#61. In Alchemist eyes, using magic was bad. In my eyes, leaving innocents in danger was worse. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#62. And so, surpassing my own records for dangerous, reckless behavior, I ripped off Sonya's bracelet.
I'm Rose Hathaway. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#63. Aaron would never make up anything like that."
"That's because Aaron doesn't say anything that requires words of more than one syllable. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#64. What's this? It looks like a lily."
"It is," he said. "No offense, but this lily is
kind of more badass than yours. If the Alchemists
want to buy the rights to this and
start using it, I'm willing to negotiate. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#65. Hell if I know. That's for smart people like you to figure out. I'm just trying to get college guys to speed up their blow jobs. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#66. Sipping tea
with glee
beneath a gooseberry tree.

I wish Alice were here.
Oh, my dear,
do not fear,
she will be. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#67. It's not wrong to feel sorry for yourself. Just like it's not wrong to stand in a puddle of water while the rain pours down on your head. But neither is productive, unless you enjoy feeling cold and miserable and soggy while mascara runs down your face. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#68. I cast my eyes out to the sea
And gaze at all eternity.
until forever turns to night.
My eyes then lift to catch starlight. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#69. In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn't focus on any of it. "I've forgotten everything."
"No, you haven't." His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. "Just relax and focus."
"His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#70. I realized then that I was taking the first approach to this "bad thing" with Lionel: I was letting it crush me. And so, I decided then and there that I would choose the nobler, unflinching approach. I would endure the pain. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#71. What ... what are you doing?"
"I won't know," he said with a grin. He took a step towards me. "But I'm pretty sure you were doing it too. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#72. I brushed a kiss over her lips and then studied her face, finally daring to believe that this beautiful, brave woman was really my wife. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#73. They're waiting for you. Go on in." Adrian leaned close to Keith's ear and spoke in an ominous voice. "If.You.Dare." He poked Keith's shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha" kind of monster laugh. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#74. I think Adrian really likes you. Like, in a wanting-to-be-serious way."
I shook my head and stepped back. "Nope. He likes me in a wanting-to-get-the-clothes-off-the-cute-dhampir way. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#75. Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#76. Life requires us to do things anyway, despite what sort of fear or monster or tragedy or suffering lurks behind that anyway. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#77. When you do fall in love with me, Eena, I don't want it to be because I gave into your demands, but because your heart gave into its desire to truly be loved. With an injured frown he uttered goodnight and left the room.
She stood alone, chastised and bruised. It seemed right to apologize for her insensitive words, but not now. Not while a room full of people remained out there. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#78. After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn't been any traffic on the road for over an hour, though, which was really the most important thing. We hadn't been followed.
Sydney drove us to a building with a sign that read MOTEL. Apparently this town liked to stick to the basics when it came to names. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually just called TOWN. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#79. You're on the verge of getting your soul and your life back and he's still what determines your happiness ? You don't need a relationship to be happy, Georgina. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#80. It's as easy as we choose to make it," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. "At least, this decision is. Nothing's truly easy, Georgina. Love and life ... they're wonderful, but they're hard. We may mess up again. We have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things aren't perfect. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#81. This feeling of guilt is your conscience calling your attention to the higher road, and your heart wishing you had taken it. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#82. That easy, confident grin returned. "Don't worry, it's easily forgotten."
"Well," I said huffily, "it shouldn't be that easily forgotten."
"Would you like it better if I say I'll eventually forget it but not without a great deal of struggle and torment?"
"Yes."
"Done. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#83. Ah my daughter. Eighteen and already you've been accused of murder, aided felons and acquired a death count higher than most guardians will ever see. I couldn't be prouder.
- Abe Mazure #Quote by Richelle Mead

#84. I look him in the eye. "I will always love you. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#85. His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#86. Happiness must be a jealous pet. When you try seeking yours out, it tends to keep hidden. But as soon as you turn to help a friend find his, your own happiness comes bounding out of the darkness like some crazed animal. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#87. What do you mean I have to wait for someone's approval? I'm someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support! #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#88. Only a writer would slap a bumper sticker on her car that read, 'Seriously, I'd rather be working'. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#89. Rose and Dimitri moved almost as one entity, like a matched pair of wolfes or lions, both wary and deadly as they studied their surroundings, taking no detail or person for granted. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#90. Twinkle tiny star.
Oh, how great you truly are!
God's sign from afar. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#91. It is my belief that almost anyone can be had with breadcrumbs. For if you leave a trail of the right variety, your prey will come straight to you. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#92. Ian was a good man - honest, trustworthy, loyal, and of honorable character. His desire to keep his promise to Angelle and to be a respectable servant of Harrowbeth would always take president over any personal feelings, no matter how intense or gratifying they might be. He would never betray Harrowbeth. He would never cheat Derian or Angelle. He would never deceive his queen, even if in so doing he would find a love and happiness they both longed to share. His commitment to what he saw as right meant more. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#93. Love by the sweat of thy brow.
Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne'er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band.
Be strong! A founder of the feast!
Protective knight who slays the beast!
For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown.
Love by the sweat of thy brow. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#94. That makes sense," Adrian said
"It does?"
He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, little dhampire. Sometimes you make sense. Go on. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#95. Most do," she agreed. "Me? My principles are about love and doing it because there's meaning and commitment. A piece of paper doesn't always signal that. If there's any sin involved, it's doing it in a . . . I don't know. Cheap way. With people you don't care about. When it's meaningless. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#96. You got me a 'congratulations on getting
out of re-education' gift? #Quote by Richelle Mead

#97. Perfection is a paradigm meant to keep us striving and learning and growing. Like a wondrous sunset, perfection may be beyond our reach, but it is within our view and well worth seeking after. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#98. God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#99. There are people who are never content, never appeased, forever dissatisfied - who continually look to what escapes them, convincing themselves that if only they could attain that one desire outside of reach they would be happy. It seems almost pointless to give to these people because their eyes immediately shift from the gift to stare miserably at the portion held back. Their wants, demands, expectations, appetites are never satiated, thus they refuse to be happy. And you cannot make them so. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#100. Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#101. I mustered all my strength, drew back, and swung.
The sword's blade hit the side of her neck, hard and deep. She gave a horrible, sickening cry, a shriek that made my skin crawl. She tried to move toward me. I pulled back and hit again. Her hands clutched at her throat, and her knees gave way. I struck and struck, the sword digging in deeper into her neck each time. Cutting off someone's head was harder than I thought it would be. The old, dull sword probably wasn't helping.
But finally, I gained enough sense to realize she wasn't moving. Her head lay there, detached from her body, her dead eyes looking up at me as though she couldn't believe what had happened. That made two of us. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#102. You never step backwards when you're sure of where you're going. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#103. I went to the library seeking information on what might bring hearing back, but now I wonder if there's a way to make it go away again. I can't see why our ancestors thought hearing was such a great thing, why they mourned its loss so much. It's jarring and distracting, making it impossible to focus on anything else. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#104. Maybe you're graduating from fireballs to lightning bolts," Adrian suggested. "I bet it'd be a lot like throwing ninja stars. Except, well, you could incinerate people. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#105. I still ached for my aunt, but Sydney was here, my hope and my anchor. I wasn't alone. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#106. Wise men don't need concrete answers. By definition, they need wisdom." ~ Geraki #Quote by Richelle Mead

#107. A liar deceives himself more than anyone, for he believes he can remain a person of good character when he cannot. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#108. The blue of daylight
fades and chills as the sun sinks
beneath clouds of fire. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#109. And what about your brother, Agus? Will he be entertaining us with his pipes?"

"Agg," Shanks rasped, wrinkling his nose. "I didn't tell you? He ain't with us no more." A heavy fist slammed on the arm of the Viidun's chair as he growled, "The idiot went off and got himself killed!"

"What?" Derian and Eena replied in unison, both horrified by the news.

"You heard me!" Shanks bellowed. "The crazy fool should've known when to duck. He died in a bloody challenge with some brainless Deramptium! A downright disgraceful way to die! I'm ashamed to say he was my brother!"

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?" Eena muttered, mostly speaking to Derian.

"What was that?" the Viidun demanded.

Derian whispered a hush to Eena. Addressing Shanks, he expressed their condolences. "We are truly sorry for your loss. Your brother will be sorely missed. On the other hand, we look forward to welcoming you and your crew aboard the Kemeniroc." Derian held up his right hand, extending his thumb and two adjoining fingers. "Strength, truth, and honor, friend," he said, ending their conversation.

"Strength, truth, and honor," Shanks repeated.

The screen went black. The captain turned to Eena who was still in shock.

"You have to understand," he explained, "the Viiduns are a fiercely competitive people with proud, warring ways. Their culture doesn't call for much sympathy, especially when it appears one of their #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#110. Adrian was easily distractible by wacky topics and shiny objects. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#111. I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#112. The sun, rising and setting in splendid colors, never grows tired of its admirers―much like a lady, aglow with grace, never grows tired of chivalrous acts or pretty flowers. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#113. Adrian frowned. 'Is that a noose?' 'It's a tie!' I cried, trying not to feel offended. He laughed, clearly delighted at this. 'My mistake. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#114. Dimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversation with me."
Rose: "You're about to go face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of?"
Dimitri: "She's a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?"
Rose: "It's a wonder you bother with me then."
Dimitri: "You're worth it, believe me. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#115. Goodbye. Thanks for your help ... I ... I'll miss you. -Rose to Mason #Quote by Richelle Mead

#116. True greatness demands humility; the journey draws it from your struggling soul. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#117. It was like one of those moments when people talked about their lives flashing before their eyes. Because as we stared at one another, every part of our relationship replayed in my mind's eye. I remembered how strong and invincible he'd been when we first met, when he'd come to bring Lissa and me back to the folds of Moroi society. I remembered the gentleness of his touch when he'd bandaged my bloodied and battered hands. I remembered him carrying me in his arms after Victor's daughter Natalie had attacked me. Most of all, I remembered the night we'd been together in the cabin, just before the Strigoi had taken him. A year. We'd known each other only a year, but we'd lived a lifetime in it. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#118. I know they don't respect the lives of others…"

"Mortals," he specified, "who exist for a brief moment and then die off."

Her voice rose as she argued with him. "I speak of people with very valued lives, Edgar. It may seem like a moment to you, but to me it is eternity."

"That makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense, Edgar! Life is valuable - period. And because mine can be easily taken away, it becomes even more valuable and precious. Yours, you take for granted because you'll never lose it. Mine, I cherish because it's fleeting. For that reason alone I can argue that my life is of the greatest worth."

His eyebrows pulled together over a tangled scowl. She couldn't tell if he was trying to understand her reasoning or if she had merely managed to upset him.

"Never mind," she mumbled. "I don't think you can appreciate what you've never experienced.

"That works both ways, Amora."

"Whatever. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#119. Don't quit.
When your latest efforts fail, don't quit. When your performance is scoffed and ridiculed, don't quit. When you're told you have no talent, don't quit. When you come in dead last, don't quit. When it seems an uphill fight to keep going, don't quit. When you can't see any possible way to achieve your goals, don't quit. When your last supporter is you alone, don't quit. When discouragement and depression seem your constant companion, don't quit. When you feel like quitting, don't quit.
Time and time again you will crave relief from the harsh fight of trying to succeed. You will falsely think that quitting will bring peace and reprieve, but alas, only regret and disappointment await the quitter. Victory means never ever ever quitting.
So don't quit.
Do not quit. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#120. I want her to be happy. It's worth sacrificing myself. -Eddie #Quote by Richelle Mead

#121. When I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight," Peter explained, "but that we should go ahead and draw for him."
"Draw?" I asked uneasily. "Oh Lord. Tell me it's not Pictionary night too."
Peter sighed wearily. "Draw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?"
"Secret Santas? Seems like we just did that," I said.
"Yeah, a year ago," said Peter. "Just like we do very Christmas. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#122. Her last boyfriend had been homicidal and her current one was oblivious to the fact that she was a vampire. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#123. Little girls grow up thinking that knights in shining armor actually exist. But they don't. And if those valiant heroes ever did bless this world with their chivalrous deeds, I imagine, just like Christ's apostles, they were destroyed by envy on the battlefront. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#124. Knowing the path to follow doesn't make it a breeze to step along. If every desire were only a skip, hop, and a jump away, we'd all have arrived. #Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich

#125. Behaviors and feelings rarely line up #Quote by Richelle Mead

#126. All the best,
Sydney
P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car.
P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are. #Quote by Richelle Mead

#127. Stop tormenting Derian."

"Me?" Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.

"Yes, you."

"And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?" Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display

"I'm not tormenting him; why would you say that?"

"You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him." Edgar stopped to fix the captain's collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck.

"I do intend to marry him." Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain's collar, repositioning it as it had been.

"Oh please," Edgar groaned. "You've had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down." Edgar elevated the captain's elbow - adjusting him like a mannequin - leaving it in an awkward position. "The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn't have been more swift or more adamant."

Eena returned the captain's elbow to his side as she retorted, "I'm only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I am ready, Derian will be my husband."

Edgar took hold of the captain's outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. "He will not."
#Quote by Richelle E. Goodrich