Richelle Mead Quotes

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

Oftentimes we love the thing we hate and vice versa.

It's lovely. I hate it.

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

They yearn for what they fear for.

What was new was the fact that, despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight, help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number, I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.

The passions often engender their contraries.

They say the definition of ambivalence is watching your mother-in-law drive over a cliff in your new Cadillac.

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

If we can learn to deal with our discomfort and just relax into it we'll have a better life.

One can fall in love and still hate.

I guess with the way that I've conducted myself I'm in the logical spot and I'm fine with that. Even my limited interactions with success have left me confused and bummed out, so I don't think the two can co-exist.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

I found myself in a sea in which the waves of joy and sorrow were clashing against each other.

This was not of the nature of a Christlike lesson for Owen Meany to learn, as he lay in the manger, that someone you hate can give you a hard-on.

She was mine and not-mine all at once. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and the most terrifying.

I'm wired with a little bit of self-loathing, not that kind of self-loathing that paralyzes me, but it's there. The things I'm most loved for are sometimes the things that annoy me, not my favorite stuff, but those flashes of genius moments, they're called, I rarely see them as a one eureka light bulb idea.

One may like the love and despise the lover.

It's amazing that something as simple as a kiss can overpower the worst of worries.

I love him," I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.