#lily

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

— Richelle Mead

#bloodlines #funny #richelle-mead #the-golden-lily #dating

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

#dating

The — the prophecy . . . the prediction . . . Trelawney . . .” “Ah, yes. How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?” “Everything — everything I heard! That is why — it is for that reason — he thinks it means Lily Evans!” “The prophecy did not refer to a woman. It spoke of a boy born at the end of July —” “You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all —” “If she means so much to you, surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?” “I have — I have asked him —” “You disgust me. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#anguish #disgust #lily-evans #prophecy #severus-snape

He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#letter #lily-potter #death

...thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?” “We are, Sev. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#lily-potter #severus-snape #death

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

#the-golden-lily #death

It is real, isn’t it? It’s not a joke? Petunia says you’re lying to me. Petunia says there isn’t a Hogwarts. It is real, isn’t it?” “It’s real for us,” said Snape. “Not for her. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#severus-snape #death

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

#the-golden-lily #dreams

This must be part of Mother Nature's master plan - making these boys so irresistibly cute, in such a naughty way, that the purity of their intentions becomes irrelevant. - Lily ↗

— Rachel Cohn

#nature

You have to be more discerning, Lily, when experimenting with bondage." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'd make a great master. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#experience