Richelle Mead Quotes

Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".

Coming to terms with the fact that my marriage was a failure was devastating and very difficult. I blamed myself for a lot of things. It took me a very long time to get over it.

I was made to believe there's something wrong with me.

i swore i could feel my lies slithering inside me like snakes, wrapping themselves around me and constricting. i felt they were squeezing the air from my lungs, tightening around my heart.

...five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and I realized the full impact of what I’d done, I’d feel my heart breaking.

Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should try wearing deep-red lipstick and tight skirts to look hot like their best friend once in a while. If Tal hadn't lied to me when he said he loved me, I might not be without a future right now, a sucker who was so chickenshit she allowed herself to believe a false dream from a false god. I'm not sure I ever even liked Tal, much less loved him.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked. That's how I became the boy who wouldn't save a friend. That's how I became the boy who couldn't love the girl.

Don't you dare weep," he commanded. "You've broken my heart." "I 'll fix it later.

Basically I see that song as a bunch of images which I threw together to represent the fact that I was seeing one girl and then I started seeing another, and it was just the guilt in between those two periods. The ballads I've written since have been about things that really hurt me.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

You had my heart inside of your hand but you played it to the beat

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?

I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

The cheating was sweet, but my heart is beat. Don't tear it apart, please by-pass this heart.

And you stupid, stupid woman, stupid for caring, stupid for thinking that he cared.

What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!

Let's just say that I've had my heart broken more than once, and never learned a thing.

How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe

Kingsley watched her disappear from the room, wondering if his heart would break. Logic informed him that of course it would not. The heart was no more than a muscle, a pump which distributed blood about the body.

If a heart could break once, it shouldn't have been able to happen again.