Sydney Sage Adrian Ivashkov Quotes

Rose once told me "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking."
Adrian Ivashkov to Sydney Sage ~ Richelle Mead

Brayen had wanted to go out Saturday, but that was the day I'd promised to drive Adrian to San Diego. Brayden compromised on breakfast, catching me before I hit the road, and we went out to a restaurant adjacent to one of Palm Springs' many lush golf resorts. Although I had long since offered to pull my share, Brayden continued picking up the bills and doing all the driving. As he pulled up in front of my dorm to drop me off afterward, I saw a surprising and not entirely welcome sight awaiting me: Adrian sitting outside on a bench, looking bored. ~ Richelle Mead

What about you, Sage? I know we don't have to worry about you violating the dress code. Did you have fun at your Alchemist spa this weekend? ~ Richelle Mead

That's not what I meant! What happened?"
He shrugged. "I told the truth."
"Adrian!"
"I'm serious. She asked me what my greatest strength was. I said getting along with people."
"That not bad," I admitted.
"Then she asked me what my greatest weakness was. And I said, 'Where should I start.'"
"Adrian! ~ Richelle Mead

Sage, aren't you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear. ~ Richelle Mead

Lissa looked taken aback, but Jared Sage - my father-in-law now, I realized―showed nothing but contempt. 'This is ridiculous. Humans and Moroi can't be married. That's your way, as well as ours. This isn't a real marriage.'

'Not according to the state of Nevada,' I said cheerfully. 'We've got the paperwork to prove it. Get us a laptop, and we can all look at the wedding pictures together. ~ Richelle Mead

She kept the wish to herself, as she should have, and simply blew out the candle.I clapped and whistled and then dove into my own cupcake, dying to know how my creations tasted. And seeing as I'd done the hard work - frosting and decorating - I felt like I could take credit and call them my creations. All Cassie had done was get the ingredients, come up with the recipe, and do all the measuring and mixing. ~ Richelle Mead

Really, Sage? A date?"
I sighed. "Yes, Adrian. A date."
"A real date. Not, like, doing homework together," he added.
"I mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a
movie that's not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring."
"A real date. ~ Richelle Mead

But I can say you're okay for an irreverent party boy with occasional moments of brilliance."
"Brilliant? You think I'm brilliant?" He threw his hands skyward. "You hear that, world? Sage says I'm brilliant."
"That's not what I said!"
...
"Come on, Sage. You understand how my mind works. You said I was brilliant, remember?"
Eddie glanced at me in surprise. "You did?"
"No! I never said that." Adrian's smile was infuriating. "Stop telling people that. ~ Richelle Mead

He loves that you love the car more than he does and thinks it's awesome you're getting so good in your defense class. Not that that's a surprise. You're always so good at everything, and you don't even realize it. You don't even realize half the things you do - like how you watch out for others and never even think about yourself. ~ Richelle Mead

Then why are you crying?"
"Because of you!" I beat my fists on his chest. "Because I love you, and I don't know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I can't solve this. I don't know how to deal with that. And I'm afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what it'd do to me if something happens to you?" I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. "This! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust." I dropped my hands. "Blown away on the wind until there was nothing left. ~ Richelle Mead

Hey, Sydney. I thought I saw your car out there." He glanced around. "Is, uh, Jill with you?"
"Not today." I said. New insight struck me as I recalled that Lee attended school in Los Angeles. "Lee, have you ever dated a human girl at your school?"
Adrian arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking him out, Sage?"
I scowled. "No! ~ Richelle Mead

Hey show some respect. They're real people with names. Carla and Krissy" He frowned. "Or was it Missy? ~ Richelle Mead

But perhaps the best part of all was that I, Sydney Katherine Sage, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking. ~ Richelle Mead

But once in a while ... I don't know. I feel so close, Rose. So close to the edge. Like if I allow myself one small misstep, I'll plunge away and never come back. It's like I'll lose myself. ~ Richelle Mead

What do you think, little dhampir? I was pretty badass with that plant, wasn't I? Of course, it would have been more badass if I'd, I dunno, helped an amputee grow a limb back. Or maybe separated Siamese twins. But that'll come with more practice. ~ Richelle Mead

So, explain this," Avery said, "You just, what, hang around the Academy all day? Are you trying to redo your high school experience?"
"Nothing to redo," said Adrian loftily. "I totally ruled my high school. I was worshiped and adored - not that that should come as a shock." Beside him, Christian nearly choked on his food.
"So. . .You're trying to relive your glory days. It's all gone downhill since then, huh?"
"No way," said Adrian. "I'm like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come."
"Seems like it'd get old after a while," said Avery, "I'm certainly bored, and I even spend part of the day helping my dad."
"Adrian sleeps most of the day," noted Lissa, "So he doesn't actually have to worry about finding things to do."
"Hey, I spend a good portion of my time helping you unravel the mysteries of spirit," Adrian reminded her. "And," he added, "I can visit people in their dreams."
Christian held up a hand. "Stop. I can feel there's a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know."
"I wasn't going to go there," said Adrian. But he kind of looked like he wished he'd thought of the joke first. ~ Richelle Mead

Do you go see her?"
"No," I said, refusing to acknowledge that I'd just seen Lissa last night. "That's not my life anymore."
"Right. Your life is all about dangerous vigilante missions."
"You wouldn't understand anything that isn't drinking, smoking, or womanizing."
He shook his head. "You're the only one I want, Rose."
"Well, you can keep feeling that way, but you're going to have to keep waiting."
"Much longer?" He asked me.
"I don't know."
Hope blossomed on Adrian's face. "That's the most optimistic thing you've told me so far. ~ Richelle Mead

You've asked me out tons of times."
"Not really. I've made inappropriate suggestions and frequently pushed for nudity. But I've never asked you out on a real date. ~ Richelle Mead

I find prostitutes vastly important. ~ Richelle Mead

What in the world is this abomination?"
Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, "Adrian, is this some kind of joke? ~ Richelle Mead

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

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have
poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn't
that what normal mothers and daughters did? ~ Richelle Mead

Watch it." he said at last. "I can make your life miserable." I gave him an icy smile. "You already have, and that's why i've got the advantage. You've done your worst but you haven't seen what i can do yet. ~ Richelle Mead

He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed - though there wasn't much humor in it. "You know what's great? You'reserious. Look at your face." He gestured, as though I actually could examine myself. "You really think it's that easy, that I can sit here and watch your happy ending. That I can watch you getting everything you want as you lead your charmed life. ~ Richelle Mead

Mmm. O positive, my favorite."
"Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon."
"So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake. ~ Richelle Mead

Whoa." Adrian leapt up and rushed to Jill's side. "You need to let this go. What, are you going to start a fight with some girl?"
Reed turned his glare on Adrian. "Stay out of this."
"The hell I will! You're crazy."
If anyone had asked me to make up a list of people most likely to risk a fight in defense of a lady's honor, Adrian Ivashkov would have been low on that list. Yet there he stood, face hard and hand sitting protectively on Jill's shoulder. I was in awe. And impressed. ~ Richelle Mead

I'm very pleased to introduce the world to Adrian and Sydney Ivashkov. ~ Richelle Mead

The greatest changes in history have come when people were able to shake off what others told them to do. ~ Richelle Mead

I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov ~ Richelle Mead

Oh my God, I thought. I'm rooming with the Sydney Sage of re-education. ~ Richelle Mead

I'm going to just go on loving you, even if it's hopeless. -Adrian- ~ Richelle Mead

Adrian:No, you will listen. For once, you're going to hear somethin that doesn't fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn't reasonable. If your're terrified, believe me – this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried tob e a better person for her – but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I'm arbound you, I want to be better because … well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you're like … like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don't even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine. And i know, Sage. I know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even i fit was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me – and I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogehter, and then I'd find excuses … like the car … anything to be around you again. Hayden was an asshole, but at least as long as yo ~ Richelle Mead

He can go to a boardroom meeting . . . he's very proper now." - Sydney Sage ~ Richelle Mead

So far I'm not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man. ~ Richelle Mead

Can't you ... I don't. Find a hobby or something?"
"Being charming is my hobby. ~ Richelle Mead

Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you."
"Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead? ~ Richelle Mead

So. Are you guys here to convert me or sell me siding? ~ Richelle Mead