Rachel Vincent Quotes
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.
Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.
You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.
It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.
Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it." "You'd be surprised how many people don't.
She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.
I want you. I want only you. I want all of you. But I'll take whatever you're ready to give.
Why is this so hard?” I whispered. His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.
He was beyond gorgeous. But Eastlake High was full of pretty people who acted like total freaks. I blame the local water supply. Which was why I drank bottled water.
10:38 AM - Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
Nash has been the sun lighting up the horizon of my life, outshining everything else in my world. I'd thought once that he was to good to be true. Turns out I was right.
Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.
How is it wrong to put everything you have into getting what you want most in the world?
What if the house catches fire?” “Roast marshmallows. And if it floods, you’ll go down with the ship. If there’s a tornado, I’ll meet both you and this house in Oz, after my shift. Got it?
Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.
He’s not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart—
I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.
And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend's spending a small fortune to get high off someone else's bad breath, I'd say Sophie's next in line for therapy.
Are you going to deliver whatever threat Avari sent you with, or are we going to have to start guessing?" Tod said. "I gotta warn you, I'm insanely good at charades.
You're not lost, Kaylee. You can't ever be lost, because I'll always know where you are. And if I'm not there with you, I'm on my way, and nothing standing between us will be standing for very long.
Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.
I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.
Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.
Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.
You think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled 'Evidence Here!'? He's a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote!
Em didn't truly understand about my panic attacks - no one did. But she'd never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak.
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
In the office, Michael sat behind our father’s desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.
And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca." "A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy." "It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie." "On purpose?
So ... will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal—my favorite way to play.
His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.
