Jodi Meadows Quotes

What I want." I slid my hands over him until cloth folded between my fingers. "I don't even know what that is. It feels like too much, but I'll fall apart if I don't get it.

He said it like tumbling, like if he didn't get it out quickly enough, we'd both fall apart. But weren't we doing that already?

Do you know how hard it is to climb over a roof while wearing a gown?"
A sly smile welled up in the corner of his mouth. "None of the court ladies will loan me a gown to try.

I just want you. I want you forever, and I'm afraid-" His hands closed over mine. "I want a life with you. I'd give anything to go back and start this one over, to be reborn into this lifetime. I wouldn't waste it. I'd find you sooner. I'd take you somewhere safe. I'd show you music and love and life every day so you were never alone, never afraid. If I could start over knowing what I know now-

It isn't easy to trust or be close to someone when the person I love won't even follow his own heart.

I had to drop my head back to meet his eyes, and the way he said my name
it was the same reverence people used in their prayers to Janan.

I'd be afraid of what would happen after. Where would I go? What would I do? I don´t want to stop existing. (...) That's probably the most frightening thing I can imagine.

Try to be polite."
"I'm always polite."
"You're always eyeing people's valuables. That's hardly polite.

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I hate not knowing the truth.

I'm surprised no one's come to greet you," Sam murmured.
"Gawk. Not greet.

Our lives were short, brutal, and would never have enough music.

I don't flee. I evade.

It is human nature to avoid what makes us uncomfortable.

A queen who wouldn't take risks for her people wasn't worthy of being a queen at all.

Oh, nameless girl. When will you learn to trust me?

Yes, I leaned toward desperate danger; I would do anything for my people.

I don't want to lose you," he whispered again. "And I didn't want to be lost.

Fear doesn't excuse a hundred years of oppression and abuse.

The prince's blood was on my hands.

I narrowed my eyes. I don't trust you.
I don't trust you,either.
So we don't move.
Ever? He met my eyes again,and searched me.

The best mask is a face no one will remember

I wanted freedom in the same way I wanted my next breath: an unspoken but constant desire.

Wishing has never changed anything for me.

Nothing is perfect, not even when you've been playing for several lifetimes.

Simple things are often the most challenging.

Why would you throw away the opportunity to go home?"
"I didn't throw away an opportunity," I said. "I took one. It was my chance to tell people what was right and I don't regret it.

My butterfly dress was visible on the washroom floor, bent and shredded wings and all. Cheeks hot, I remember what he'd suggested before someone shot him.
His eyes found the dress too. I was teasing about that. Unless you were looking forward to it. Then I meant every word.

You don't know what I am, anymore. You cannot fathom what I've endured. Don't imagine you've tamed me.

Yours is the face that matters most. So yours is the one I wear. My unconscious reflection of you.

I was going to have to face the man who'd destroyed my kingdom, and the boy who was the reason.

I like the way you fight."
Was that a compliment?
"It's very efficient. Who taught you?"
"Your grandmother."...
"That seems unlikely. My grandmother preferred sewing to fighting.

His ascent was slow - the blow to the head must have disoriented him worse than he let on - so I went behind, ready to catch him should he lose his balance. Well, I could soften his landing when he hit the floor. Maybe.

And who you are isn't already cast in everyone's eyes. No one knows what to expect from you. Some would say society's in a rut. Stagnant. By virtue of being new, you have the power to shake us out of that.

Don't be silly. You're not Black Knife. Everyone knows Princess Wilhelmina is that awful vigilante.

My death would not be another beginning.

If you think that trusting someone - allowing them to help you by performing their own duties honorably - somehow makes you less, then it might be time to reexamine yourself. Start asking why you need to do everything. How can you really be close to someone if you never let them in?" "Forgive

I was an afterthought, five thousand years later. A mistake, because Ciana was gone. I was the dissonant note on the end of a masterpiece symphony. I was the brushstroke that ruined the painting.

Wil. Of course. - Tobiah

The mirrors were an expensive superstition.

I turned back to the shrike, but the beak of his mask grazed up my neck and warm lips brushed my ear. Thrills coursed through me, but I didn't move until he started away. I caught his hand. "Wait."
He'd felt right. I knew who I needed him to be, even if the way we'd danced was not how- That kind of passion he reserved for music. Not me.
A cold breeze made me shiver as I tightened my grip on his. Stepped closer. Searched his eyes. His lips tilted up at one corner, like amusement. I'd known, but still, the familiar expression stunned me so much I almost didn't act.
I kissed him.
Rather, I pressed my mouth against his and hoped he wouldn't run. It would probably kill me.
Three long seconds and he only gasped and tightened his hands on my back. Then, with a soft moan, he opened his mouth and kissed me. It wasn't an easy, sweet kiss like I'd imagined my first would be, but frustraeted and hungry. That was good, better than easy and sweet, because after everything, I was frustrated and hungry for him, too.
His beak scraped my cheek, but I ignored it while the tip of his tongue danced over my lips.

Like a phoenix bursting into flame and a rain of sparks before being reborn in its own ashes, it had taken burning up in my own misery for me to realize I didn't need other people to believe in me before I could do something. I had to believe in myself.

Souls are sentience, an essence born into a new body when the old one dies.

Shrikes were songbirds; he ought to know.

I, Patrick Lien, son of General Brendon Lien, do hereby swear my life to helping Princess Wilhelmina Korte reclaim her kingdom, no matter the cost.

It was exhilarating, really.
Exploding.
Being shred asunder.
Burning like a thousand galaxies.

Not even the strongest could defend against everything. Not forever.

He nodded, brushed hair off my face, and headed from the kitchen.
"I hate being a teenager."
"Why?"
"Hormones." With a sad half smile, he left.

Because they don't have the weapon. I mistranslated those lines in the book. You are the weapon.

I was there was the war began. And when it ended.

It's difficult to focus on my studies when my best friend is struggling to get through the hour."
He hesitated. "So I'm your best friend now?"
My cheeks heated, and I shrugged. "It was between you and Sarit, and you have the piano. She just has honey.

Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved my life and refused to abandon me no matter how much I deserved it.

I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd never have told him otherwise. "I mean, staying with Li, I never felt like I belonged. That's all."
Sam touched my wrist, making me shiver. "You always have a home with me.

Maybe not insane, just stupid. "Eighteen. She moved us when I was still and infant. I thought everyone knew all about the nosoul."
He winced. "You shouldn't call yourself a nosoul. New doesn't mean you don't have a soul. The Soul Teller would have know the day you were born.

What's more frightening? The known or the unknown?

Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn't matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say.

Thanks to Sam, I was immortal.

You're thinking too hard about how to respond to my stupidity. Have to be polite don't you?

And sometimes we finally grow wise enough to understand life is a gift that can't- shouldn't- last forever.

Do you love me?"
He spoke without hesitation, without the usual line of thought between his eyes. "Infinitely.

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I like to think I get it from being me.

Going after someone unknown in the dark and cold and almost-snow - that wasn't brave. That was exceedingly stupid.

Just because you want friends with you doesn't make you selfish. It makes you human. And even when we think something's an unwise idea, that doesn't mean we've stopped believing in you. I will never stop believing in you. What I said about believing you can do anything, be anything
I still think that. I still admire that you don't let others' limitations stop you. I love that about you. I love you.

Redemption must be earned. If we want it, we will work for it, even though we can never obtain it on our own.

Now the words are on paper and I can't take them back. Sometimes I hate ink. Its so permanent.

I regret I didn't wear a jacket, or I'd give it to you."
"I still have my wings. It wouldn't fit."
"I'd carry them for you."
"They're attached to the dress. It was the only way I could get them to stay."
He squeezed my hand, tone mischievous. "In that case, I'd be especially happy to carry the wings."
"Sam!"
"It wouldn't be the first time I've seen you without clothes."
"Sam!

There was musuc in me, but in this post-Cataclysm world, that didn't matter very much.

There's this truth about mirrors. It's inescapable. But they can lie, too. They can distort the truth, even hide the truth. They create illusion.

Authenticity was the key to any deception.
Sometimes authenticity was disgusting.

So, dragons." Fayden shook his head. "Yet another thing that wants to kill us.

Would dream-me threaten to split you from stomach to sternum only a day after healing you from a similar injury?"
He gave a soft snort. "Yes. Absolutely.

It burst out of me until I was a star exploding.
And I could see everything.

It wouldn't be a ball if someone didn't take it upon themselves to be wildly inappropriate. - Wil

No life is perfect. There's always something that hurts, but it's important to appreciate the good things, too." He kissed my cheek, breathing warmth over me. "If it wasn't the end of the wolrd, it'd be something else. Maybe not this big or terrible, but there are always events in life that can make you unhappy if you let them.

You're afraid of me," I said. "You and the rest of the Luminary Council. You made me into a powerful voice, thinking I would always be your voice, but you were wrong. I am not a tool to be used at your convenience. I will not be wielded against the very foundations of the treaty named after me.

No matter the masks we wear, we always end up together.

Anxiety rushed in without warning. It came like thunder as my heart raced louder in my ears. It came like the sea over my head as my lungs struggled to expand. It came like a swarm of gnats crawling over my skin, itching, burning, complete in their distraction.

We danced forever, and not nearly long enough. Now that I faced him, I could touch him, too, rather than self-consciously drip through his fingers. I explored his back, fingertips discovering ridges of his spine, muscles, a place below his left shoulder blade that made him writhe, as if struggling not to laugh. I tickled him again, devouring the sensation of his chest against my cheek.

But the Indigo Kingdom conquered Aecor during the One-Night War. It belongs to me, and to my uncle, as much as I want you to have your kingdom, we both must wait."
"Until when? Until the barrier is built? Until the wraith has flooded the Indigo Valley? Until there is nowhere to go but Aecor? I imagine my kingdom will be very useful to you then.

I'm going,' he said, and in the temple light, I caught his determination, and that strength he got from loving me. It made him brave.

He held on to me like I was a rock, the only thing keeping him from drifting out with the tide of dark memories.
It was the first time I realized he need me too.

There's no crime in curiosity.

There was no telling if I'd be reborn when I died, but the waltz began and ended with my four notes. He'd built the music around things that reminded him of me. And now this name. My name.

I wasn't concerned, but I was thinking that the fastest way to get your mind off him and on me would be to tell you something truly appalling about him.

I do trust you." I bumped my elbow against his, a pathetic attempt at levity, but he caught me, turned me, and held me in place. We stood dangerously close. "It's myself I don't always trust," I whispered.
"That's strange." He released my arm and took a step backward. "I trust you, but I don't always trust myself.

Mirrors are both truth-speakers and liars.

Ana. I want you to know I'd choose you. If it were up to anyone, if what I wanted counted for anything, I'd have chosen you.

I have to get out," I told Sam. "I need to get away. Will you go with me?" "Anywhere," he said and kissed me.

If you wear smiles like armor-
If you put on personalities like clothes-
If you can't show the world all that you are-
This book is for you.

We are your army.

But I wasn't back in time. I was now.

please don't hurt me again; be the person I need you to be; show me what it means to be in love so I can decide whether that's what I feel.

I'm afraid, Ana. I'm afraid, and I feel like if I don't kiss you right now, I'll break apart.

It seems love is the most important thing. Someone who doesn't love us and uses us to hurt others was never worth our devotion.

What happened after death? Where did you go? What did you do? The scariest possibility was that we might. just. stop.

Reasons we should get married:
Because I love you.
We both look good in black boots.
I spent some time without you, and I didn't like it.
You make me happy.
I make you laugh.
I like the way you fight.
You see through my masks.
I really love you.
You love me, too. (Though you've mostly said this while yelling, so perhaps I should have double-checked.)
Army of tiny vigilantes. (I have name ideas.)
Various political reasons that make sense but don't fit with the theme of this list.
I'm holding your handwriting hostage. You can have it back when you say yes.

There's always the option of deciding for yourself who you are and what you'll become.

Ana, you make me ache in places that aren't even physical.

It wasn't an easy, sweet kiss like I'd imagined my first would be, but frustrated and hungry. That was good, better than easy and sweet, because after everything, I was frustrated and hungry for him, too.

That's why everyone focuses on the present and future. The past is too painful when you remember how lives end. Often abruptly.

If I were going to fight and steal, It`d be because I had no choice. It would be for survival.