Richelle Mead Vampire Academy Quotes & Sayings

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

We're the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever — Richelle Mead

Nah, you always look good. As for me ... well, it's hard to explain. The auras are getting to me. There's so much sorrow around here. You can't even begin to understand. It radiates from everyone on a spiritual level. It's overwhelming. It makes your dark aura downright cheerful. — Richelle Mead

None of you appreciate me. Why is it so hard to believe that I could make a real contribution in these dark rimes? — Richelle Mead

I haven't even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive. — Richelle Mead

Those two were so in love and sugary sweet with each other that I felt like brushing my teeth after being around them. — Richelle Mead

Well. Like I said, I dont want to fight anymore. I dont want us to hate each other. And ... well ... I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. No matter how I fee about us ... I want you to be happy — Richelle Mead

You'll be eighteen soon, but even so ... " He sighed. "When this comes out, a lot of people aren't going to be happy."
"Yeah, well, they can deal." Rumors and gossip I could handle.
"I also have a feeling your mother's going to have a very ugly conversation with me."
"You're about to face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of? — Richelle Mead

Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me? — Richelle Mead

Dimitri shook his head and walked off, muttering something in Russian that didn't sound complimentary. — Richelle Mead

Do you love him?
There were only a few people in the world who could ask me such insanely personal questions without getting punched. Dimitri was one of them. — Richelle Mead

Gaining superpowers doesn't mean you know how to use them. — Richelle Mead

Dimitri: "She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential - "
Rose: "Wild and disrespecful? Who the hell are you anyway? Oursourced help?"
Kirova: "Guardian Belikov is the Princess Lissa's guardian now, her sanctioned guardian."
Rose: "You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa? — Richelle Mead

I smiled at him. Leaning down, I kissed him gently. He probably thought I was doing it for the reasons I always did, out of attraction and desire. In truth, it was a goodbye kiss. His mouth answered mine, his lips warm and eager. I held out the kiss a little longer, both to fight back the tears leaking out of my eyes and to lull him into an unsuspecting state. My hand closed around the chair leg, which I'd hidden in my hoodie pocket.
I would never forget Dimitri, not for the rest of my life. And this time, I wouldn't forget his lessons. — Richelle Mead

Everything's about my personal entertainment. The world is my stage. Keep it up- you're becoming a star performer in the show. — Richelle Mead

YOU KNOW IF YOU WERENT SO PSYCHOTIC YOU WOULD BE FUN TO HANG OUT WITH — Richelle Mead

Thats why your doing this? Because Lissa told you to? — Richelle Mead

The more people who know a secret, the more likely it is to leak. — Richelle Mead

Not into older guys, huh?" asked Adrian once we were alone.
"You're imagining things," I said. "Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind. — Richelle Mead

Dimitri's voice snapped my attention back to him. "That's Adrian Ivashkov." He said the name the same way everyone else did.
"Yeah, I know."
"This is the second time I've seen you with him."
"Yeah," I replied glibly. "We hang out sometimes."
Dimitri arched an eyebrow, then jerked his head back toward where we'd come from. "You hang out in his room a lot?"
Several retorts popped into my head, and then a golden one took precedence. "What happens between him and me is none of your business." I managed a tone very similar to the one he'd used on me when making a similar comment about him and Tasha.
"Actually, as long as you're at the Academy, what you do is my business."
"Not my personal life. You don't have any say in that. — Richelle Mead

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?"
"No"
"No?"
"No. — Richelle Mead

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just defended Christian's honor. Isn't he a pain in the ass?
Yes he is. But for the next 6 weeks he's MY pain in the ass. — Richelle Mead

It was something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed to escape detection for two years, especially when one of them was a privileged Moroi princess and the other a delinquent dhampir with a disciplinary file so long that it broke school records. — Richelle Mead

Christ," I exclaimed. "We cannot roadtrip to Paris! — 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

As I'd observed, it was clear that Rose was willing to do anything and fight anyone to protect her friend. I admired that - I admired that a lot - but it didn't stop me from striking out to block her. — Richelle Mead

I set off, off to kill the man I loved. — Richelle Mead

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. — Richelle Mead

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go ... — Richelle Mead

Well, no one treats me like a full-fledged royal, said Lissa, turning back to the dresses. No reason to act like one now. Show me your straps and short-sleeves. — Richelle Mead

Yet, it had been Dimitri's gentleness and thoughtfulness mixed with that deadliness that made him so wonderful. The same hands that wielded stakes with such precision would carefully brush the hair out of my face. The eyes that could astutely spot any danger in the area would regard me wonderingly and worshipfully, like I was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world. — Richelle Mead

Oh, I thought. It's on, bitch! — Richelle Mead

You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories ... — Richelle Mead

So I suggested to Dimitri that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I was pretty sure it was at me and not with me.
Rose Hathaway: "Why is that funny?"
Dimitri Belikov: "Oh, You were serious."
Rose Hathaway: "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, It's just one hour."
Dimitri Belikov: "How do you feel right now? After the training you've done so far?"
Rose Hathaway: "I hurt like hell."
Dimitri Belikov: "You'll feel worse tomorrow."
Rose Hathaway: "So?"
Dimitri Belikov: "So, better to jump in now while you still feel ... not as bad."
Rose Hathaway: "What kind of logic is that? — Richelle Mead

Roza." His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent ... it
was all just colder. "You forgot my first lesson: Don't hesitate. — Richelle Mead

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.
Hey, no one said high school was easy. — Richelle Mead

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again ... — Richelle Mead

Why?" I asked softly. The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard.
"Because I want you."
I gave him a sad smile, wondering if we'd meet again in the land of the dead. "Wrong answer," I told him.
I let go.
[ ... ]
I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest.
It wasn't as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That's what I was supposed to say ... " he gasped out. — Richelle Mead

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, between what's real affection and what's someone wanting to take advantage of you. But when you feel the real thing ... well, you'll know. — Richelle Mead

Love and Loyalty, run deeper than blood. Love that quote even though I haven't read the book. — Richelle Mead

Rose Hathaway: "Was he right?" Dimitri Belikov: "Who?" Rose Hathaway: "Victor ... he said it couldn't have worked. The necklace." Dimitri Belikov: "What do you mean?" Rose Hathaway: "The spell. Victor said you had to want me ... to care about me ... for it to work. Did you? Did you want me?" Dimitri Belikov: "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish ... we could be together." (Vampire Academy) — Richelle Mead

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. — Richelle Mead

Belikov is a sick, evil man who should be thrown into a pit of rabid vipers for the great offense he commited against you this morning."
"Thank you." I said primly. Then, I considered. "Can vipers be rabid?"
"I don't see why not. Everything can be. I think. Canadian geese might be worse than vipers, though."
"Canadian geese are deadlier than vipers?"
"You ever try to feed those little bastards? They're vicious. You get thrown to vipers, you die quickly. But the geese? That'll go on for days. More suffering."
"Wow. I don't know whether I should be impressed or frightened that you've thought about all of this. — 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

Boy is he pissed," said Adrian.
"Do you blame him?" asked Christian. "He just lost memerbship in the evil mastermind club. His brilliant plan fell apart, and now his daughter's missing when he thought she was somewhere safe."
Adrian stayed pointedly silent. — Richelle Mead

What's your name?"
what?" i asked, squinting at the light.
your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
you know my name."
I want you to tell me."
Rose. Rose Hathaway."
Do you know your birthday?"
Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine, — Richelle Mead

That's pretty hot," he said.
"Punching me in the eye?"
"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports."
"I'm sure you are. — Richelle Mead

Malicious or not, strong leaders always attract others. — Richelle Mead

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."
I frowned, "What's that?"
"Homework. — Richelle Mead

Rose," she said, leaning toward me. "I'm going to be blunt with you. I'm not going to give you lectures or demand any explanations. Honestly, since you aren't my student anymore, I don't have the right to ask or tell you anything." It was like what Adrian had said. "You can lecture," I told her. "I've always respected you and want to hear what you have to say." The ghost of a smile flashed on her face. "All right, here it is. You screwed up." "Wow. You weren't kidding about bluntness. — Richelle Mead

All the best,
Sydney
P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car.
P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are. — Richelle Mead

Rose Hathaway: "Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time."
Mason Ashford: "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session."
Rose Hathaway: "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then."
Eddie Castile: "It's always a good a time to think about you naked. — Richelle Mead

When we were almost to the other campus, I felt the weird nausea hit me. I called a warning to Christian, just as a Strigoi grabbed him. But Christian was fast. Flames wreathed the Strigoi's head. He screamed and released Christian, trying frantically to put the flames out. The Strigoi never saw me coming with the stake. The whole thing took under a minute. Christian and I exchanged looks.
Yeah. We were badasses. — Richelle Mead

So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea. — Richelle Mead

If only it were that easy. You forget: I have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I'd still come back to you. — Richelle Mead

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. — 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

But I didn't know about the other story."
"What other story?"
"About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are - "
"No, whatever you heard it's not true."
"But it was really romantic"
"Then it's definitely not true. — Richelle Mead

Other people spoke, and I tried to keep up with the translations. All the stories were about Dimitri's kindness and strength of character. Even when not out battling the undead, Dimitri had always been there to help those who needed it. Almost everyone could recall sometime that Dimitri had stepped up to help others, going out of his way to do what was right, even in situations that could put him at risk. That was no surprise to me. Dimitri always did the right thing.
And it was that attitude that had made me love him so much. I had a similar nature. I too rushed in when others needed me, sometimes when I shouldn't have. Others called me crazy for it, but Dimitri had understood. He'd always understood me, and part of what we'd worked on was how to temper that impulsive need to run into danger with reason and calculation. I had a feeling no one else in this world would ever understand me like he did. — Richelle Mead

Adrian opened his mouth, undoubtedly ready with some inappropriate and mocking comment. Lissa gave him a sharp headshake that kept him quiet. "Aren't there any, I don't know, sleeveless options?"
The saleswoman's eyes widened. "No one has ever worn straps to a funeral. It wouldn't be right."
"What about shorts?" asked Adrian. "Are they okay if they're with a tie? Because that's what I was gonna go with."
The woman looked horrified. — Richelle Mead

What have I done?" I whispered.
Jill put her arm around me, but it was Dimitri who spoke.
"What you had to. — Richelle Mead

Dimitri: "Rose, I'm seven years older than you. In ten years, that won't mean so much, but for now, it's huge. I'm an adult. You're a child."
Rose: "You didn't seem to think I was a child when you were all over me."
- Rose Hathaway & Dimitri Belikov (Vampire Academy) — Richelle Mead

Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long. — Richelle Mead

If you don't have anything useful to offer, then get out of here and let us wait until hunger weakens Sonya. And by get out of here, I meant: foolishly think you're going to leave so that I can knock your heads together and drag you back to the guardians. — Richelle Mead

Avery worries about her, too, so Lissa's in good hands. Avery's pretty amazing."
I gave him a scathing look. "Amazing? Do you like her or something?" I hadn't forgotten Avery's comment about leaving the door unlocked for him.
"Of course I like her. She's a great person."
"No, I mean like. Not like."
"Oh, I see," he said, rolling his eyes. "We're dealing with elementary school definitions of 'like'. — Richelle Mead

Dimitri Belikov: "Now get back to your room - if you can manage it without throwing yourself at someone else."
Rose Hathaway: "Is that your subtle way of calling me a slut?"
(Vampire Academy) — Richelle Mead

Dimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversation with me."
Rose: "You're about to go face down Strigoi, and my mother's the one you're scared of?"
Dimitri: "She's a force to be reckoned with. Where do you think you got it from?"
Rose: "It's a wonder you bother with me then."
Dimitri: "You're worth it, believe me. — Richelle Mead

What's going on?' he asked, looking from face to face. 'I was having a good dream.'
'I need you,' said Lissa.
'I hear that from women a lot,' said Adrian.
Christian made a gagging sound, but the faintest glimmer of a smile crossed Eddie's lips, despite his otherwise tough guardian-stance. — Richelle Mead

Rose Hathaway: "what's with all the running, anyway? I mean, I realize the importance of stamina and all that, but shouldn't I be moving on to something with a little hitting? They're still killing me in group practice."
Dimitri Belikov: "Maybe you should hit harder. — Richelle Mead

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions. — Richelle Mead

You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I've got to kill someone, it might as well be you. — Richelle Mead

I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good."
"No, it wasn't. — Richelle Mead

If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out! — Richelle Mead

I like him."

"Like or like?

"Oh, there's a difference? — Richelle Mead

When he finished cleaning my open wounds, he found a jar of salve and began rubbing it into the rough parts of my skin. I sort of got lost in the feel of his hands massaging mine. — Richelle Mead

Strigoi or not, I didn't trust him. He was a jerk, and I silently screamed at Lissa to get out of there, not that my screaming did much good. Stupid one-way bond. — Richelle Mead

That's a dangerous look," said Dimitri, giving me a brief glance before returning his eyes to the road.
"What look?" I asked innocently.
"The one that says you just got some idea."
"I didn't just get an idea. I got a great idea. — Richelle Mead

I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."
Then I plunged the stake into his chest. — Richelle Mead

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor. — Richelle Mead

I'd realized then just how strong our connection was, how perfectly we understood each other. I'd been skeptical about people being soul mates in the past, but at that moment, I knew it was true. And the emotional connection had come a physical one. Dimitri and I had finally given in to the attraction. We'd sworn we never would, but... well, our feelings were just too strong. Staying away from each other had turned out to be impossible. ~Rose, Pg.74 — Richelle Mead

How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe. — Richelle Mead

- Then ... it was like ... I don't even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy and love ... so many wonderful things, all the lovely things that make up the world and make it worth living. — Richelle Mead

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. — Richelle Mead

You see something you like? — Richelle Mead

They all knew about me and Dimitri," I said, wondering if I'd be saying any of this sober. "But I never told them we were together."
"You didn't have to. It's written all over your face."
"They acted like I was his widow or something."
"You might as well be." We reached the room, and she helped me sit down on the bed. "Not a lot of people get married around here. If you're with someone long enough, they figure it's almost the same." ~Rose & Sydney, Pg.140/141 — Richelle Mead

What matters is that someone - that you - know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend. — Richelle Mead

Everyone grew silent. It was sunset now, with orange fire burning in the western sky, and shadows falling across all of us. — Richelle Mead

VAMPIRE ACADEMY:
Rose- See something you like?
Dimitri- Get dressed.
LAST SACRIFICE:
Rose- See something you like?
Dimitri- Lots — Richelle Mead

But once in a while ... I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself. — Richelle Mead

So they finally gave you the license to kill, about time. — Richelle Mead

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

I found the candles - atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine. — Richelle Mead

It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword."
"I can't. I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him."
"You have. — Richelle Mead

She didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest ache - a love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something. — Richelle Mead

Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful women? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good ... especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration ... mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy. — Richelle Mead

I fought against her, trying to mount some kind of defense, but it was like fighting Dimitri on crack. — Richelle Mead

No," Dimitri interrupted gently. He moved his face toward mine, our foreheads nearly touching. "It won't happen to you. You're too strong. You'll fight it, just like you did this
time."
"I only did because you were here." He wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest. "I can't do it by myself," I whispered.
"You can," he said. There was a tremulous note in his voice. "You're strong - you're so, so strong. It's why I love you. — Richelle Mead

That means nothing, said Abe with a shrug. I had a feeling that if I stood and suddenly confessed to the murder, he would still claim it was dubious evidence. — Richelle Mead

There must have been some mistake. It took me a while to get a flight here, so I can see why you would have appointed a community lawyer to fill in." "Community lawyer!" Damon's face grew red with indignation. "I'm one of the most renowned lawyers among American Moroi." "Renowned, community." Abe shrugged and leaned back on his heals. "I don't judge. No pun intended."
Mead, Richelle (2010-05-18). Spirit Bound: A Vampire Academy Novel (p. 475). Penguin Young Readers Group. Kindle Edition. — Richelle Mead

Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one.
"That's what I was supposed to say ... " he gasped out.
Those were his last words. — Richelle Mead