Richelle Mead: Frases en inglés (página 16)

“I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either."
"Put your books away and I'll show you.”

“What If Following Her Heart
Means Rose Could Lose Her
Best Friend Forever?”

“Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me.
It was going to be a long six weeks.”

“I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason.
Good God. Men everywhere.”

“Any life worth living is going to have risks”

“Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.”

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

“What's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice.”
"Maybe you should hit harder.”

“Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that… protecting her like that—it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?”
Rose: "Because I'm her guardian.”

“This," Adrian said grandly, "is Blake Lazar."
"It's nice to meet you," she said.
Blake smile radiantly. "May I call you Vasilisa?"
"You can call me Lissa."
"You can also," added Christian, "let go of her hand now.”

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

“Out of old habit, I put my hand on my collarbone, touching a cross that was no longer there. I prayed silently.”

“No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza.”

“I left her there crying as I walked toward the gate. A piece of my soul had died when Dimitri had fallen. Turning my back on her now, I felt another piece die as well. Soon there wouldn't be anything left inside me.”

“God might work on mysterious ways, but hell worked on efficient ones.”

“Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?”

“I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.”

“Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That’s what I was supposed to say…" he gasped out.
Those were his last words.”

“Historically inaccurate.' Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one not on my shoulder. "Who the hell looks at you and says 'historically inaccurate'?”