The Golden Lily Quotes & Sayings

Well, I guess I can wait two weeks then."
"for what?"
"to ask her out — Richelle Mead

No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza. — 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

I'm sorry ma'am, I said. Really, I had no idea what else to say. I'd spent the weekend caught up in an epic battle to save humanity, and now ... jean shorts? — Richelle Mead

I think it's more like a shirt that says, 'I'm going to have to end this date early so I can go prepare my Power Point presentation — Richelle Mead

I wrote back with a quick message:
How do you know about 24601? I refuse to believe you read the book. You saw the musical, right?
I hit send and received a response back from him almost immediately.
SparkNotes. — Richelle Mead

Adrian looked away from me and down to where my hand covered his. I blushed and pulled away. "Sorry" I'd probably freaked him out — 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

You made your own jean shorts ... with a butter knife? — Richelle Mead

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

Right. Because there's no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance — Richelle Mead

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes. — Richelle Mead

this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child's slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed and her throat round as a lily stem. Her hair was rosy gold, streaming long and unbound over the golden-green robe. The large eyes that I remembered were gold-green too, liquid and clear as a stream running over mosses, and the small mouth lifted into a smile over kitten's teeth — Mary Stewart

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire — Richelle Mead

It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it. — Aldo Leopold

Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car? — Richelle Mead

Lily, I can honestly tell you that i have never in my long life come across a creature as beguilinig as you. You are as fresh and as lovely as a budding flower by the dew of a golden morning. I breathe you in and am filled with the taste of sunshine, life, and hope. You are much more than beautiful. You are ... temptation personified. — Colleen Houck

Rose once told me about this poem she'd read. There was this line, 'If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.' You know what I'm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won't know. — Richelle Mead

Never thought I'd see the day when you'd throw your arms around a vam - someone like me — Richelle Mead

Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior. — Richelle Mead

Zander says you are." "Zander also maintains that Betty White isn't the only surviving member of The Golden Girls and that a reunion is still possible if someone could just uncover the conspiracy, — Lily Harper Hart

Of course I can climb it. I'm practically a progidy in PE," I pointed out. "The question is, can you, Mr Smoker? — Richelle Mead

We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That's what she did. It was bad judgment, that's all. You don't cut off the people you love for mistakes like that. — Richelle Mead

I did it because he wasn't fair to you. Because you deserve credit for what you've done. Because he needs to realize you aren't the person he's always thought you were. He needs to see you for who you really are, not for all the ideas and preconceptions he's built up around you." The power in Adrian's gaze was so strong that I kept talking. I was nervous about meeting that stare in silence. Also, part of me was afraid that if I pondered my own words too hard, I'd discover they were just as much about my own father and me as Adrian and his. "It should have been enough for you to tell him who you are - show him who you are - but he wouldn't listen — Richelle Mead

Different time, different place," I said. "Things can change. People can change. — Richelle Mead

Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldn't I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework? — Richelle Mead

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it. — Oscar Wilde

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

I'd seen him fight before, but it never got old. He was captivating. He never stopped moving. Every action was graceful and lethal. He was a dancer of death. — Richelle Mead

It is terrifying," said Adrian. "And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows ... well, part of you knows something's not right. That your thinking's not right. But what do you about that? All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind, what can you trust? What other people tell you? — Richelle Mead

None of us are meant to be or do anything," he said. "We decide what we're going to be. You told me once that there are no victims here, that we all have the power to choose what we want."
"Don't try to use my own words against me," I warned.
"Why?" he asked, a slight smile on his lips. "They were damned good ones. You're not a victim. You're not a captive to that lily. You can be what you want. You can choose what you want."
"You're right." I slipped away, finding no resistance from him at all. "And I don't choose you. That's what you're missing in all of this"
- Sydney & Adrian, The Golden Lily — 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

Adrian!You Used compulsion on that guy. That ... I mean, it's ... "
"Awesome?Yeah,I Know — 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

Eddie was intensely dedicated too. Adrian sometimes called him mini-Dimitri — Richelle Mead

So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom today the Spring no more concerns.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti

But as the sun slipped even further, his eyes weren't drawn to the horizon. He watched Lily as she stood on the dock, glorying in the golden ritual, her russet hair slipping free from its ponytail to frame her face with messy abandon.
This is the view I need to be happy, she'd said.
The irony was exquisite. Because that was what he whispered to himself every time he saw her too.
And there wasn't a damn thing he could ever do about it. — Elyse Mady