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Richelle Mead Quotes - Page 27

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This dress makes me look fat, I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long,

This dress makes me look fat," I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. "Your pregnant," she stated. "Everything's supposed to make you look fat." I Scowled. "I think the correct reponse was 'No it doesn't.

Fall, Thinking, Long

Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.

Dream, Baby, Wine

Richelle Mead (2011). “Shadow Heir”, p.16, Kensington Publishing Corp.

He leaned closer to me and then seemed shocked as he realized what he was doing. "Why would you do that? Why would you do that for me?

Shocked

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.191, Penguin

He was hiding from his problems in a bottle, something that went against every piece of my nature. Me? I couldnʹt let my problems win without a fight.

Fighting, Winning, Bottles

You and I aren't friends either.

Richelle Mead (2008). “Frostbite: A Vampire Academy Novel”, p.75, Penguin

You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere.

Two, Heaven, Made

Richelle Mead (2013). “Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection”, p.453, Penguin

You see something you like?" I asked, echoing something I'd said to him ling ago, when he'd caught me in a compromising position at school. "Lots," he said. -Rose (Roza) to Dimitri

School, Rose, Roza

For once, you're going to hear something that doesn't fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason.

Order, World, Logic

But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence.

Girl, Hands, Interesting

Richelle Mead (2013). “Vampire Academy: The Complete Collection”, p.14, Penguin

Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?" I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it." "Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

Tired, Thinking, Dresses

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.185, Penguin

It doesn't matter. Take Eddie's blood. Take Belikov's blood. Take your own for all I care. But If she doesn't want to give hers, then that's all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.

Blood, Giving, Done

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.88, Penguin

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are." "Like what? Got some magic object in mind?" "Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back

Crazy, Thinking, Hands

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.

Slim, Figures, Modest

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.29, Penguin

I find prostitutes vastly important.

Important

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.114, Penguin

He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.” I waited for more. “That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?” Those green eyes held me. “I don't think I need to.

Mean, Eye, Thinking

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.324, Penguin

Day 24. Situation is growing worse. My captors continue to find new and horrific ways to torture me. When not working, Agent Scarlet spends her days examining fabric swatches for bridesmaid dresses and going on about how in love she is. This usually causes Agent Boring Borscht to regale us with stories of Russian weddings that are even more boring than his usual ones. My attempts at escape have been thwarted thus far. Also, I am out of cigarettes. Any assistance or tobacco products you can send will be greatly appreciated. -Prisoner 24601

Usual, Dresses, Stories

He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.

Beautiful, Emotional, Fire

Adrian ordered a martini, earning disapproving looks from his father and me. "It's barely noon," said Nathan. "I know," said Adrian. "I'm surprised I held out that long too.

Father, Long, Looks

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.117, Penguin

You'd give up drinking to go see your dad?" "Well, not permanently," he said. "That'd be ridiculous. But maybe I could switch to something slightly cheaper for a while. Like...slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.

Giving Up, Dad, Drinking

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.83, Penguin

Really, Sage? A date?” I sighed. “Yes, Adrian. A date.” “A real date. Not, like, doing homework together,” he added. “I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie that’s not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.” “A real date.

Real, School, Mean

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.61, Penguin

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

Dog, Self, Sea

You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for you. Never.

Heart, Eye, Effort

Richelle Mead (2015). “Succubus Heat”, p.185, Zebra

Georgina," He murmured, pulling me closer. "You are the world.

World, Pulling

Richelle Mead (2015). “Succubus Heat”, p.218, Zebra

Sydney, this is the kind of shirt that says, ‘You’re never getting in here.

Kind, Shirts, Sydney

Well, I guess I can wait two weeks then." "for what?" "to ask her out

Two, Waiting, Week

Richelle Mead (2012). “The Golden Lily: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.153, Penguin

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