Quotes & Sayings About Sydney Sage

All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.
I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey. — Richelle Mead

Are you in a suit?' I managed at last, my voice choking up. 'You didn't have to dress up for me.'
'Quiet, Sage,' he said. 'I'll make the hilarious one-liners during this daring rescue. — Richelle Mead

Hey, Sydney. I thought I saw your car out there." He glanced around. "Is, uh, Jill with you?"
"Not today." I said. New insight struck me as I recalled that Lee attended school in Los Angeles. "Lee, have you ever dated a human girl at your school?"
Adrian arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking him out, Sage?"
I scowled. "No! — Richelle Mead

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm."
There were a few moments of silence. "Sage, I've been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder? — Richelle Mead

That hand slipped under my dress, running along the side of my leg and up to my hip. I burned where he touched me, and everything within me became focused on that hand. It was moving far too slowly, and I grabbed it, ready to urge it on. Adrian chuckled and caught hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away and pinning it down against the covers. "Never thought I'd be the one slowing you down." I opened my eyes and met his. "I'm a quick study. — Richelle Mead

Oh my God, I thought. I'm rooming with the Sydney Sage of re-education. — Richelle Mead

He shook his head. "No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do."
I waited for more. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?"
Those green eyes held me. "I don't think I need to. — Richelle Mead

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?"
"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing ... like molten gold. I could paint those ... " He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful. — Richelle Mead

Sage!" he called. "You have got to see this."
Eddie and I reached the next green and stared in astonishment. Then I burst out laughing.
We had reached Dracula's Castle. ( ... )
I couldn't stop laughing. Adrian and Eddie looked at me as though they'd never seen me before.
"I don't think I've ever heard her laugh," Eddie told him.
"Certainly not the reaction I was expecting," mused Adrian. "I'd been counting on abject terror, judging from past Alchemist behaviour. I didn't think you liked vampires. — Richelle Mead

I was astonished to see Adrian watching me, a look of contentment on his face. His eyes seemed to study my every feature. Seeing me notice him, he immediately looked away. His usual smirky expression replaced by a dreamy one.
"The mechanic will wait," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm supposed to meet Brayden soon, I'll be-" That's when I got a good look at Adrian. "What have you done? Look at you! You shouldn't be out here."
"It's not that bad."
He was lying, and we both knew it.
"Come on, we have to get you out of here before you get worse. What were you thinking?"
His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. "It was worth it. You looked ... happy — Richelle Mead

Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing - you know - romantic type, um, things - — Richelle Mead

I'm not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I'll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they'd hurt you - "
"They didn't," I said firmly. I refused to let him know how scared I'd been because I was afraid he might go after them. "I'm fine. You came to the rescue."
A smile played at his lips. "Something tells me you would've rescued yourself." And like that, the smile vanished. "But spirit would've been a lot more effective than a branch."
"Your treejitsu was very effective. — Richelle Mead

Sydney, don't leave Adrian because of me."
"It's more complicated than that," I said automatically.
"It's really not," she said. "From everything I've seen and heard, you're just afraid. You've always controlled every detail of your life. When you couldn't-like with the Alchemists-you found a way to seize back that control."
"There is nothing wrong with wanting control," I snapped.
"Except that we can't always have it, and sometimes that is a good thing. A great thing, even," she added. "And that's how it is with Adrian. No matter how hard you try, you aren't going to be able to control your feelings for him. You can't help loving him, and so you're running away. I'm just an excuse. — Richelle Mead

Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you're the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you've been since the day I met you." Finally, he put "beautiful" at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared.
"Sweet talker," I scoffed. "You didn't know anything about me the first time we met."
"I knew you were beautiful," he said. "I just hoped for the rest. — Richelle Mead

He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it's awesome you're getting so good in your defense class. Not that that's a surprise. You're always so good at everything, and you don't even realize it. You don't even realize half the things you do - like how you watch out for others and never even think about yourself. — Richelle Mead

My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn't keep my hands off him. — Richelle Mead

Sage." He laughed. "I'm into anything, so long as you're with me. — Richelle Mead

I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn't have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green. — Richelle Mead

Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was. — Richelle Mead

Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov. — Richelle Mead

And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say."
"I do not. You know that's not what I meant."
He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I'm the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you."
"Adrian!"
But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him. — Richelle Mead

I wrote: I never doubted. Would you believe I made a breakthrough with charms too?
Her response came fast. Of course I believe it. When do you get back?
Early evening. Can you come over?
I'll try. We need to celebrate.
Should I get champagne and cake ready?
Get your bed ready.
Wear the black bra.
I didn't plan on wearing one.
"God help me," I murmured, earning a surprised glance from Neil. — Richelle Mead

The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. 'You're always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while. — Richelle Mead

Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days.
Unfortunately, it wasn't with me. — Richelle Mead

He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. — Richelle Mead

Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding."
"Why are they all high-calorie foods? — Richelle Mead

Hey, how come you told those
girls your name was Jet?"
"Standard practice if you don't want
chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation
here."
"Yeah, but why Jet? Why not ... I
don't know ... Travis or John?"
Adrian gave me a look that said I was
wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds
badass. — Richelle Mead

You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. — Michelle Mead

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I'd always told him the cologne couldn't be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing. — Richelle Mead

You know," said Sydney, after a sip. "I kind of can taste some citrus in this. Just barely. Like a hint of orange. And it's sweeter than I thought, but that'd make sense if the guy said it was late harvest varietal. Grapes retain more sugar the longer they stay on the vine."
"I knew it," I said triumphantly. "I knew this was exactly what would happen if I ever got you to drink."
She titled her head, puzzled. "What?"
"Never mind. — Richelle Mead

Speaking of that dress," he added, "I still haven't seen it."
I laughed softly. "You couldn't handle it." He raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that a challenge, Sage? I can handle a lot."
"Not if our history is any indication. Each time I wear some moderately attractive dress, you lose it." "That's not exactly true," he said. "I lose it no matter what you're wearing. — Richelle Mead

I didn't care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To which I replied: I love you too. — Richelle Mead

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare ... ? — Richelle Mead

I need it! I need it! It's a royal heirloom!"
"Adrian?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you. Come on, we need to go. I'll drive you home."
"No, I can't. Not until we get it. He stole it! — Richelle Mead

Maybe everyone else thinks your aversion to food is cute- but not me. I've watched you watch Jill. Here's some tough love: you will never, ever have her body. Ever. It's impossible. She's Moroi. You're human. That's biology. You have a great one, one that most humans would kill for- and you'd look even better if you put on a little weight. Five pounds would be a good start. Hide the ribs. Get a bigger bra size — Richelle Mead

Sorry, Sage. Last I checked, you aren't an expert in
social matters ... "
"At least I take action. You? You let the world go by
without you. You have no spine. You don't fight back."
"You don't know the first thing about me, Adrian Ivashkov. I fight back plenty. — Richelle Mead

Sydney Katherine Sage," he said, his green eyes full of love and earnestness. "Would you do a brooding, deadbeat Moroi the honor of being his wife? — Richelle Mead

Oh ... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one."
"Fondue?" he asked hopefully. — Richelle Mead

But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking. — Richelle Mead

Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can't have something, you want it that much more."
Adrian: "Yes. It happens all the time. — Richelle Mead

She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. "I hear your heart," she said.
"Do you check every once in a while, just to make sure I'm not undead? — Richelle Mead

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete vulnerability in someone who was normally so guarded and analytical in the rest of her life. But although I was a decent painter, capturing her on canvas was beyond my skill.
She collected her brown blouse and buttoned it up, hiding the brightness of turquoise lace with the conservative attire she liked to armor herself in. She'd done an overhaul of her bras in the last month, and though I was always sad to see them disappear, it made me happy to know they were there, those secret spots of color in her life. — Richelle Mead

I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I said at last.
Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both. — Richelle Mead

Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?"
"Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "We use it all the time with art, ... That, and I know how to use a dictionary — Richelle Mead

Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into
a hole. "It's you."
"You were expecting someone else?"
I asked. "Am I interrupting your social
calendar?" I made a big show of
glancing around the empty room. "I don't
want to keep you from the mob of fans
beating down your door. — Richelle Mead

Is it true?" She asked. "Do you have a date?"
"For the love of-you know it's true! And you told Adrian didn't you? — Richelle Mead

Dad," I said quietly, "I've always made it a rule in my life not to pick fights with children, cute animals, or ignorant old men. I will, however, make an exception for you if you ever touch or insult my wife again. — Richelle Mead

Not everything about me is cute."
"That's true, some things are cute. The rest are sexy. Astonishing, agonizingly sexy. It's a wonder I can get anything done at all, when all I ever think about is the way your lips taste or how your fingertips feel on my skin or how your legs are ... "
"Adrian, shut up. — Richelle Mead

You're a solid person, Sage. You're easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy. — Richelle Mead

I'm guessing whatever 'ways' you have in mind aren't Jill-appropriate either."
"Put your books away and I'll show you. — Richelle Mead

He shook his head in mock sympathy. I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you. — Richelle Mead

Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst but you haven't seen what i can do yet. — Richelle Mead

I told her if she really cared about me, then she'd let me do whatever I wanted for my birthday, just like Mom did when I was twelve."
"What happened when you were twelve?"
"Oh, Mom offered to take us all out for dinner - us girls, Dad was out of town - to celebrate, but I didn't want to. This book I'd been waiting for had just come out, and the only thing I wanted to do was read it all night."
"My God," I said, touching the top of her nose. "You're adorable."
She swatted me away. "Anyway, Carly and Zoe really wanted to go out so that they could score a meal, but Mom just said, 'It's her birthday. Let her do whatever she wants.'"
"Your mom is cool. — Richelle Mead

Callistanas aren't so bad either," I said, looking down at my satchel. "That 'pain in the ass' screeching saved me from a face full of acid."
Adrian put his hand to his heart in mock horror. "Sage, did you just swear? — Richelle Mead

He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills, ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. — Richelle Mead

Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding. — Richelle Mead

In this one terrified moment, my mind couldn't focus on any of it. "I've forgotten everything."
"No, you haven't." His voice in the darkness was calm and reassuring. He smoothed back my hair and pressed one of those half kisses to my forehead. "Just relax and focus."
"His reasonable words centered me and allowed the gears of logic that ran my life to take over again. — Richelle Mead

Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis. — Richelle Mead

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

Adrian, you're a genius. — Richelle Mead

He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?"
There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to. — Richelle Mead

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?"
"I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone. — Richelle Mead

Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all. — Richelle Mead

Until now, you have always lived your life alone. Every decision you've made has been for you and you alone. Now, and for the rest of your days, your life will be tied to another's. Every decision you make will be for both of you. What one does affects the other. You are a family, a team ... inseparable and unbreakable. — Richelle Mead

The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening. — Richelle Mead

Easy there, Sage. I'm no gun-toting crazy guy. Crazy, yes. But not the rest. — Richelle Mead

The Alchemists' beliefs are my beliefs," I say quickly.
She arched an eyebrow. "Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs."
I'd never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true. — Richelle Mead

I didn't care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me. — Richelle Mead

Hello," I said stiffly.
His smile split into a full grin."So nice to see you again."
"Always a pleasure." My lie sounded robotic, but hopefully it was better than sounding afraid.
"No,no," he said. "The pleasure's all mine."
"If you say so,"I said. — Richelle Mead

Whether it's simply some fierce animal
joining of mates or a sublime merging
of souls, she is mine, and I am hers. — Richelle Mead

Your boyfriend and Micah will both be speechless."
I unfastened my seatbelt. "That's the third time I've heard 'your boyfriend.' What's going on about that? Why won't anyone say Brayden's name?"
Neither of them answered right away. Finally, Jill said sheepishly, "Because none of us can remember it."
"Oh, come on! I'd expect that from Adrian but not you guys. It's not that weird of a name."
"No," admitted Eddie. "But there's just something so ... I don't know. Unmemorable about him. I'm glad he makes you happy, but I just start to tune out whenever he talks. — Richelle Mead

Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun. — Richelle Mead

That was Sydney Sage," said Lissa. "I thought they were all in West Virginia. Why isn't she with Rose?"
"That," said Abe darkly, "is an excellent question."
"Because they were apparently kidnapping Jill Mastrano in Detroit," said Christian. "Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing. — Richelle Mead

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas. — Richelle Mead

You're a terrible liar, Sage, but I'm still touched you'd attempt it for my
sake. A for effort. — Richelle Mead

Who knows more about male weakness: you or me? Use my knowledge, Sage. — Richelle Mead

All that mattered was that he was Adrian, my Adrian. My match. My partner in crime, in the long battle I'd just signed on for to right the wrongs in the Alchemist and Moroi worlds. Maybe Marcus was right that I'd also signed myself up for disaster, but I didn't care. In that moment, it seemed that as long as Adrian and I were together, there was no challenge too great for us. — Richelle Mead

That's not what I meant! What happened?"
He shrugged. "I told the truth."
"Adrian!"
"I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people."
"That not bad," I admitted.
"Then she asked me what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start.'"
"Adrian! — Richelle Mead

Wait for me. Be strong, and I'll be strong too. I'll fight my way out of whatever they've got in store.
I won't forget you. I won't ever turn my back on you, no matter what lies I have to tell them. Our center will hold. — Richelle Mead

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

But I'm just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind.
Adrian — Richelle Mead

Sage?" Adrian lightly touched my arm, and I jumped at the feel of his fingertips against my skin. "You okay?"
"I don't know," I said softly. "I just thought of something crazy."
"Welcome to my world. — Richelle Mead

So, Zoe told me today that - " "Wait. Are you going to talk like that?"
I glanced down and realized he was referring to the fact that my shirt was sitting on the floor beside me. "My bra's still on. What's the problem?"
"The problem is that I'm distracted. Very distracted. If you want my undivided attention and wisdom, you'd better put the shirt back on."
I smiled and scooted over to him. "Why, Adrian Ivashkov, are you admitting weakness?" I reached out to touch his cheek, and he caught my wrist with a fierceness that was surprisingly provocative.
"Of course. I never claimed strength in the face of your charms, Sage. I'm just an ordinary man. Now put the shirt back on. — Richelle Mead

Melbourne, I always knew you'd need to learn about this kind of thing. I 'd just kind of hoped you'd learn it on a real guy. — 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 can say you're okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance."
"Brilliant? You think I'm brilliant?"
He threw his hands skyward. "You hear
that, world? Sage says I'm brilliant. — Richelle Mead

Because I'm superior in other things. Help me, and I'll ... I'll fix your car out front. I'll change your tire."
That threw her off. "You're in a skirt"
"I'm offering you what I can. Manual labor in exchange for wisdoms."
"I don't believe you can do it," she said after several long moments.
I crossed my arms. "It's an eyesore."
"You have fifteen minutes."
"I only need ten."
Naturally Adian felt the need to "supervise" my work. "Are you going to get made if I tell you how hot this Is? — Richelle Mead

He tilted his head to the side, still watching me in that same, disconcerting way. "Some things are true, drunk or sober. You should know that. You deal in facts all the time."
"Yeah, but this isn't - " I couldn't argue with him looking at me like that. "I have to go. Wait ... you didn't take the cross." I held it out to him. He shook his head. "Keep it. I think I've got something else to help center my life. — Richelle Mead

We're going on a, um, windmill tour later this week."
If I'd wanted to shut them all up, I'd definitely succeeded. They all looked stunned.
Adrian spoke first. "I'm going to assume that means he's flying you to Amsterdam on his private jet. If so, I'd like to come along. But not for the windmills. — Richelle Mead

I remembered those frantic seconds when I'd thought all I loved and knew, all that was Sydney Sage, would be lost from this world. My battered friends and I had just had a brush with death, dancing with this evil. We'd destroyed it, but it was terrifying how touch and go it all had been. At any moment, the Strigoi could have gained the advantage and killed one or all of us. Life and death were inextricably bound together, and we wavered between them. But we'd triumphed over death tonight. We were alive, and the world was beautiful. Life was beautiful, and I refused to waste mine. — Richelle Mead

What is it with you and girls, Adrian, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It's always an extreme."
"Because I don't do things in halves, mom. Especially when it comes to love. — Richelle Mead

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.
"I'm no expert," I began, choosing my words carefully. "Well - actually, I am. And I'm pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that. — Richelle Mead

Everything about her has to do with me. — Richelle Mead

I realized I'm in love. It's always been right in front of me. — Richelle Mead

Sydney: I can do a lot of things, Adrian.
And - at the risk of sounding egotistical - I mean, well, I can do a lot of pretty awesome things that most people can't."
Adrian: "Don't I know it. You can change a tire in ten minutes while speaking Greek."
Sydney: "Five minutes. — Richelle Mead

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have
poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn't
that what normal mothers and daughters did? — Richelle Mead

Adrian Ivashkov wasn't easy to surprise, but I surprised him then when I brought his mouth toward mine. I kissed him, and for a moment, he was too stunned to respond. That lasted for, oh, about a second. Then the intensity I'd come to know so well in him returned. He pushed me backward, lifting me so that I sat at the table. The tablecloth bunched up, knocking over some of the glasses. I heard what sounded like a china plate crash against the floor.
Whatever logic and reason I normally possessed had melted away. There was nothing but flesh and fire left, and I wasn't going to lie to myself - at least not tonight. — Richelle Mead

You make learning fun. Like a children's book or after school special. Tell me about your ... um, Athenian women. — Richelle Mead

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are."
"Like what? Got some magic object in mind?"
"Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back — Richelle Mead

I know I'm not supposed to say this, but I love you. — Richelle Mead