Someday Angeline Quotes & Sayings

I believe this is yours." I hand her the last dart in my hand. "And this is mine." I cup her face in my hands before she can think anything else, and I kiss her. — Angeline Kace

Your first draft is a petulant teenager, sure it knows best, adamant that its Mother is wrong. Your third draft has emerged from puberty, realising that its Mother was right about everything. — Angeline Trevena

Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched. — Susan Wiggs

I preferred the booty shorts, but I thought you'd prefer these. ~Mirko — Angeline Kace

I write because I have to; because I wouldn't know what to do with my hands if I didn't. — Angeline Trevena

Adrian kept sending me e-mails, asking me to rescue him (while also offering unsolicited dating advice). Ms. Terwilliger continued her passive aggressive attempts to teach me magic. Eddie continued in his fierce dedication to Jill. And Angeline continued her not-so-subtle advances on Eddie. — Richelle Mead

I couldn't help it," I said, knowing how lame that sounded. It was as bad as Angeline's "it's not my fault" mantra. — Richelle Mead

You have seven writers in your basement?"
Donald nods, signing, "They like it here. There's a poet, a couple of novelists, an opera librettist, an essay writer ... They don't usually make much trouble. — Susan Wiggs

A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl — Eoin Colfer

Made to observe the vastness of our world, the greater breadth and depth of stars unfurled, the mind can grasp an order and a plan and ponder the deep question, "Who is man? — Mary Angeline Bell

(Edward describing Angeline's bonnet)
"Then it is overbright and those colors should never been seen togther upon the same person, not to mention the same garment ." he said. "And it actually suits you perfectly. It suits your character. — Mary Balogh

How is Angeline?" asked Dimitri. "Is she improving?"
Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. "improving how exactly?" I asked. "Improving how exactly?" I asked. "In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?"
"Or in turning off caps lock?" added Eddie.
"you noticed that too?"I asked.
"Hard not to," he said.
Dimitri looked surprised, which was not a common thing. He wasn't caught off guard very often, but then, no one could really prepare for what Angeline might do.
"I didn't realize I needed to be more specific," said Dimitri after a pause. "I meant combat. — Richelle Mead

I can't promise to never fuck up, to never add to my criminal record, but I promise to love you until my heart stops beating. — Angeline Kace

Our lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing.
"Don't," said Adrian, his eyes ablaze and breathing ragged.
"What if there's a crisis at school?" I asked. "What if Angeline 'accidentally' stole one of the campus buses and drove it into the library?"
"Why would she do that?"
"Are you saying she wouldn't?"
He sighed. "Go check it. — Richelle Mead

Carmyn drops her glass from her lips first and bites into the slice of lime she's holding in her other hand. Her lips wrap around the flesh of the fruit, and my dick flexes in earnest. I've watched women suck on me and not look nearly that seductive. — Angeline Kace

Did you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out? — Richelle Mead

Will you mess up my bed with me? — Angeline Kace

Angeline's been hanging out with that dhampir. I just saw them walking off together. Is something going on with them?"
"Which dhampir?" I asked.
"The one with the fake British accent."
"I don't think it's fake."
"Well, whatever." Even I could read the jealousy in Trey's features. "What's up with them?"
"Pretty sure there's nothing."
"Then why are they always together?"
Because she's trying to get over you, I thought. — Richelle Mead

Well, I am the man of your dreams. You just don't know it yet. — Angeline Kace

What I'm realizing is that a broken heart isn't a solitary event. There is the initial shatter, but then there are repeat breaks, creating more and more shards. A word that reminds you of what you used to have, a smell that reminds you of your dreams, a flashed memory in your mind's eye that reminds you of the betrayal. Each time it's a new injury. Each broken piece takes me further away from ever being whole again. — Angeline Kace

ITS NOT FUNNY!"
"You're right," agreed Sydney. "It's no funny. It's hilarious."
We were back at Raymond's house, in the privacy of our room. It had taken forever for us to get away form the fireside festivities, particularly after learning a terrible fact about a Keeper custom. Well, I thought it was terrible, at least. It truned out that if someone wanted to marry domeone else around here, the prospectimve bride and groom each had to battle it out with the other's nearest relative of the same sex. Angeline had spotted Joshua's interest from the moment I'd arrived, and when she'd seen the bracelet, she'd assumed some sort of arragement has been made. — Richelle Mead

Angeline made a few more attempts to break away, but when it became clear she couldn't, those around us began whistling and cheering. A few moments later, that dark and furious look vanished from Angeline's face, replaced by resignation. I eyed her warily, not about to let down my guard.
"Fine," she said. "I guess it's okay. Go ahead."
"Huh? What's okay?" I demanded.
"It's okay if you marry my brother."
(Next chapter)
"It's not funny!"
"You're right,"agreed Sydney, laughing hysterically. "It's not funny. It's hilarious. — Richelle Mead

Elissa pulled away from Stepmama and rose to her feet. She gazed down at Mr Collingwood's tormented face and smoothed back the jet-black hair from his fore- head. I could have sworn I saw a glowing halo rise around her as she spoke. "You must forgive me, my love, and learn to forget me, for my sake."
"Oh, my Lord," I said. "You've been waiting your whole life for this, haven't you?"
"Can you doubt it?" said Angeline. "Look at the two of them! He's as bad as she is. — Stephanie Burgis

Are you sure I can't go over there and Lorena Bobbitt his ass? — Angeline Kace

We take everything for granted, but when I'm with Angeline, I see the world through new eyes. She makes my world better. It's why she's so great. — Richelle Mead

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest ... was not so modest. — Richelle Mead

Maybe instead of stalking her, you should go out with someone else."
He sighed. "You don't think I've tried? How can anyone compare? You might not believe this, but there is no one like Ageline at this school. — Richelle Mead

I've always had a thing for Carmyn Rafferty. She carries herself as a reserved and proper woman, but I see a tension in her. A slight glitch in some of her movements lets me know she's aching to be liberated. She wants to let go. In a way she never has. A way she's afraid to get too close to. Her boyfriend's obviously never been able to take her there.
I could, though.
Maybe that's what has always kept me drawn to her. She wouldn't just be another lay to me. I'd be breaking her in, kind of like taming a horse, but I'd be setting her free. — Angeline Kace

So, what did you get for me?"
Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans."
"What?" croaked Artemis.
"And a T-shirt. — Eoin Colfer

When it came to Angeline, her problems could range from throwing a desk in rage or accidentally spilling hydrochloric acid on another student. Both had happened recently. — Richelle Mead