#rose

Rose? is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose

I'm glad you're better," he said. His mouth sounded like it was almost in my hair, just above my my ear. "When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #vampire-academy #rose

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#rose

Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses. ↗

— Alphonse Karr

#gratitude #perspective #positive-thinking #rose

I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#names #power-of-words #rose

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses. ↗

— George Eliot

#initiative #positivity #rose

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#rose

My captivity with Dimitri. The way his mouth—so, so warm, despite his cold skin—had kissed mine. The feel of his fangs pressing into my neck and the sweet bliss that followed... He looked exactly the same too, with that chalky white pallor and red-ringed eyes that so conflicted with the soft, chin-length brown hair and otherwise gorgeous lines of his face. He even had a leather duster on. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose #conflict

I sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #sydney #focus

Abe's face came back into focus. "Greetings, Zmey," I said weakly. Somehow, him being here didn't surprise me. "Nice of you to slither on in." He shook his head, wearing a rueful smile. "I think you've outdone me when it comes to sneaking around dark corners. I thought you were on your way back to Montana." "Next time, make sure you write a few more details into your bargains. Or just pack me up and send me back to the U. S. For real." "Oh," he said, "that's exactly what I intend to do." He kept smiling as he said it, but somehow, I had a feeling he wasn't joking. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #focus