Richelle Mead Quotes

That's why you like me!' I exclaim. 'Because you're not nice either! It makes so much more sense now.' 'Come on,' he says. 'We're going to see Johanna.' 'I like you, too.' 'That's encouraging,' he replies flatly. 'Come on. Oh for God's sake. I'll just carry you.

You often take the mick out of the people you like best.

You took the words right out of my mouth, it must have been while you were kissing me.

He smiled and tapped my nose. "Two thank-yous in as many days. I don't suppose I'll get to see any, uh, special gratitude?" I scoffed. "Nope. You'll just have to imagine it." He gave me a half-hug and released me. "Fair enough. But I have a good imagination.

Eleanor,” he said, just because he liked saying it, “why do you like me?” “I don’t like you.” He waited. And waited… Then he started to laugh. “You’re kind of mean,” he said. “Don’t laugh. It just encourages me.

Teasing was big in my family, and there is a wonderful way to tease and make people feel more loved.

I love Robyn, not just because we've worked together. I mean, that's why we've worked together - because I love her.

I think Elvis loved his fans - I think that's why they loved him and still love him. Fans are very conscious and sensitive to the fact that performers love them.

I want to be very close to someone I respect and admire and have somebody who feels the same way about me.

I'm all about making my girl feel like she's the only woman in the world. Whether it's telling her how special she is or showing her with gifts and romantic dates, I want to make her happy.

Many a friendship, long, loyal, and self-sacrificing, rested at first on no thicker a foundation than a kind word.

At first I assumed hate was the opposite of love. But it isn't. The opposite of love is indifference.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

The person whose doors I enter with most pleasure, and quit with most regret, never did me the smallest favor.

You are a saucy little thing aren't you?

You little fruitcake, you little fruitcake, I said you are a fruitcake.

Oh, I've never been asked a silly question in my entire life.

Banfield are in my heart.

Compassion, loyalty, and respect sum up love for me - it's a mix that's very rare to find and even harder to imbibe.

I know I make a lot of jokes about Mike Jones, but I don't even have no hatred for him.

Love always comes up to my mind when I think about my parents.

I'm the one who is always bantering. Millie Bright and Rach Daly are pretty bad. Jill Scott is up there, too, but I'm probably the one who initiates it all, and people come back at me.

There's something strange about you-" she started to say. Oh, well, thanks!" he chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling at her.

I can't say I cared much for you when I first came back. There's that crappy attitude of yours, and you're ugly, but you kind of grow on a guy." Immensely cheered, Seth snickered. "You're uglier." "I'm bigger, I'm entitled. So I guess I'll hang around to see if you get any prettier as time goes on." "I didn't really want you to go," Seth said under his breath after a long moment. It was the closest he could get to speaking his heart. "I know.

And what are you doing here, Nicholas? Decided to watch me sleep?" "Yes," said Nick, and bowed is head over his sword again. He had tissues, oil, and sandpaper laid out on the windowsill in front of him, and a little stone block he was passing his sword up and down, very carefully. "I came to gaze upon your sleeping face. Only you had the blanket over your head, so I just had to gaze at a lump I thought was your sleeping face, and that turned out to be your shoulder. Which just wasn't as special." ~Nick and Mae