If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.
You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.
Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship
Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats.
The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.
And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.
The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.
The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.
I looked him in the eye. “I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
I set off, off to kill the man I love.
Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . it was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.
I've given up on you...Love fades. Mine has.
I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.
That's what I was supposed to say.
I look him in the eye. "I will always love you.
None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really pissed off Russian guy.
Dimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that - it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?" Rose: "Because I'm her guardian."
The answer came to me before I'd even finished asking myself the question. I couldn't be Mason's girlfriend because when I imagined someone holding me and whispering dirty things in my ear, he had a Russian accent.
or simply:
