#haw

...and motioned me toward a spot next to a middle-aged Moroi in a very formal and very designer black suit. The suit screamed, I'm sorry the queen is dead, and I'm going to look fashionable while showing my grief ↗

— Richelle Mead

#age

You will lose what you value most... It hadn't been me that Rhonda was talking about. It hadn't even been Dimitri's life. What you value most. It had been his soul. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #life

When a beautiful blonde asks, you don't say no. ↗

— V.T. Davy

#channel #crime #detective #hard-boiled #islands

You don’t rewrite it, censor it, or edit it, to suit some warped view you have of the past and your own present. ↗

— V.T. Davy

#censor #channel #crime #detective #edit

On Writing About Nora Hawks I write about a female character to try, in vain, to understand two things: the purpose of life, and women. ↗

— Dennis R. Miller

#female-characters #how-to-write #nora-hawks #on-writing #art

You're beautiful in battle," said Dimitri. His cold voice carried to me clearly, even above the roar of combat. "Like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." "Funny," I said, shifting my hold on the stake. "That is kind of why I'm here." "Angels fall, Rose. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #beauty

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you." My tongue warred with my mind. "Today," I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. "Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. ↗

— Michelle Hodkin

#couples #hot #mara-dyer #noah-shaw #ya

I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#hathaway #love #merripen #beauty

Yet, it had been Dimitri’s gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri #dimitri-belikov #gentleness #love #rose

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#life