Mead Quotes

It's a Christmas miracle. I had no tree. Now I have a forest.

~ Richelle Mead

So...Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?Yes.Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do.I resisted the urge to smack him. Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do something even stupider.

~ Richelle Mead

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

~ Richelle Mead

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

~ Richelle Mead

what's your name?what? i asked, squinting at the light.your name. I reconized 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, taking the annoying light with her. I think she's fine

~ Richelle Mead

Wow. I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god.He blinked. What?Uh, nothing.

~ Richelle Mead

Roza. His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . itwas all just colder. You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

~ Richelle Mead

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.Hey, no one said high school was easy.

~ Richelle Mead

It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him.You have.

~ Richelle Mead

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?NoNo?No.

~ Richelle Mead

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.“No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

~ Richelle Mead

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categoriesthat restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn't have any way to control.

~ Richelle Mead

It is terrifying,” said Adrian. “And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can’t trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you?

~ Richelle Mead

Beguildy looked at me over the rim of a great measure of mead. 'Saddle your dreams afore you ride 'em, my wench,' he said.

~ Mary Webb

Sorry, there’s just not enough mead to go around.

~ Daniel Keidl

...it was not considered right for a man not to drink, although drink was a dangerous thing. On the contrary, not to drink would have been thought a mark of cowardice and of incapacity for self-control. A man was expected even to get drunk if necessary, and to keep his tongue and his temper no matter how much he drank. The strong character would only become more cautious and more silent under the influence of drink; the weak man would immediately show his weakness. I am told the curious fact that in the English army at the present day officers are expected to act very much after the teaching of the old Norse poet; a man is expected to be able on occasion to drink a considerable amount of wine or spirits without showing the effects of it, either in his conduct or in his speech. Drink thy share of mead; speak fair or not at all - that was the old text, and a very sensible one in its way.

~ Eoghan Odinsson