Quotes From "Vampire Academy" By Richelle Mead

Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies. Richelle Mead

My muscles informed me they did not want to go through any more exercise today. So I suggest that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I'm pretty sure it was at me..not with me. "Why is that funny?" "Oh, " he said, his smile dropping. "You were serious."" Of course I was! Look, I've technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed." I whined. "It's just one hour."" How do you feel right now?"" I hurt like hell."" You'll feel worse tomorrow."" So?"" So, better get a jump on it while you still feel..not as bad."" What kind of logic is that?" I retorted. . Richelle Mead

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you. Richelle Mead

I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It's not a big deal." Anger replaced my fear. I didn't like being treated like a child. "Stop calling me that. You don't even know what you're talking about." "Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year. Richelle Mead

Smiling, I cut across the quadrangle toward the commons. I felt better about life than I had in a very long time. We could do this, Lissa and me. We could do this together. Richelle Mead

Did you see that dress?” "I saw the dress.” "Did you like it?” He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?” When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school.” I smiled and fell asleep. Richelle Mead

You…you got rid of that dress fast, " I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it, " he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed. Richelle Mead

A ghostly smile flickered across his face. "If you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang around." "Funny, I feel that way about you too." He didn't say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away. Richelle Mead

Something in me didnt believe that. I read it again, trying to make sense of the old-fashioned language. Mason watched me curiously, looking like he very much wanted to help." Maybe they were hooking up, " he sugg Richelle Mead

Morois are born..but strigois are made..! Richelle Mead

No one was normal, not really. Richelle Mead

Everyone wanted what she couldn't have. Richelle Mead

There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask. Richelle Mead

I needed to protect her from this - and from herself. Richelle Mead

I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal. Richelle Mead

And afterward, after it was done, it was too much, and I felt like I was going to.. I don't know.. explode, and it was just too much, I had to let it out you know? I had to- I interrupted her hysteria It's okay, I understand. That was a lie. I didn't get her cutting at all. She'd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to die - she just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it. Richelle Mead

Do you think I'm pretty?” He regarded me with utter seriousness, like he always did. "I think you're beautiful.”" Beautiful?”" You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes. Richelle Mead

Of course, some might argue that one can never know what's in the heart of a woman– For they are strange and mysterious creatures, and a man must be a mind reader if he ever wishes to make them happy. Richelle Mead

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms. Richelle Mead

Wow." I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. "You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god." He blinked. "What?""Uh, nothing. Richelle Mead

Well he didn't treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things."" Like..." I hesitated. "Blood-whore things?"" Like beating-her-up kinds of things" he replied flatly." Oh God, " I said "That's horrible. And she...she just let it happen?"" She did." The corner of his mouth turned into a sly, sad smile. "But I didn't"" Tell me, tell me you beat the crap out of him" His smile grew, "I did. Richelle Mead

It's kind of hard to outlive your past Richelle Mead

You don't know your father, do you?” I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair.” Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have. Richelle Mead