I felt my heart breaking all over again. Why? Why had this happened to us? Why was the universe so cruel?
It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.
He thought there was no hope for him. Me? I can't imagine a world without hope.
ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.
I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.
Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.
It’s easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations—then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what’s ugly.
That's ridiculous." Especially the part about Christian being manly.
It's not my fault so much as my genius.
Because there is no greater evil than ignorance and the destruction of genius. Ignorance has been responsible for more death, more bigotry, and more sin than any other force. It is the destroyer of mankind.
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world. I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes, everything around me seemed so sweet and so beautiful. The trees. The stars. The moon. I was alive -- and I was glad I was.
But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.
You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'' "No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.
Who else is going?" I asked. He shrugged. "Just you and me." My mood promptly shot up past 'cheerful' and went straight to 'estatic.' Me and Dimitri. Alone. In a car. This might very well be worth a surprise test. "How far is it?" Silently, I begged for it to be a really long drive. Like, one that would take a week. And would involve us staying overnight in luxury hotels. Maybe we'd get stranded in a snowbank, and only body heat would keep us alive. "Five hours" "Oh." A bit less than I'd hoped for. Still, five hours was better than nothing. It didn't rule out the snowbank possibility, either.
Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.
One of the few downsides to being awakened is that we no longer require sleep; therefore we also no longer dream. It's a shame, because if I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.
Yeah, I was at the Masquerade of the Damned.
Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
You did not just say that. I have a feeling we're on the verge of hugging and coming up with cute nicknames for each other.
Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
Too bad. Family members hit you by accident. Psychopathic whores tend to come back for more.
Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.
This isn't a Christmas special! This is my life. In the real world, miracles and goodness just don't happen.
He'd barely seen me coming, and despite the horribleness of what I'd just done, I kind of wished one of my instructors had been there to grade me on such an awesome performance.
Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.
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