Kiersten White Quotes

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Streams of melting snow.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Seriously, did I look like some sort of pyscho assassin? Maybe it was the pink sneakers. Or the heart earrings?

Good luck trying to force Evie to do anything else once she has made up her mind. She is the definition of a stubborn, headstrong teenager.” “And you love me for it.” “I do.

She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp's control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

I guess I can't blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck

Being dead wasn't supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic - you name it) that we do.

Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high --- in need of a good spanking. --- Good heavens, that sounded creepy.

If he wakes up, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ll open gates, I’ll help all the paranormals, I’ll never judge people wearing Crocs again. Just let him wake up. Please.

Guy's a psychopath,even by vampire standards. And that's saying something.

Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to all paranormals!' 'Tasey!' I counterd 'Hot pink and sparkly!

I hate the vamp jobs. They think they're so suave. It's not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want to be all sexy, too. And trust me: vampires? Not. Sexy.

The only life I want is one with you.

You'll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

Oh relax." I waved my hand dismissively. "If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he's been a perfect gentleman.

What a lovely balance. Lend shows whatever he wants the world to see and you see through whatever the world wants to show you.

Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.

Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.

I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.

Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.

My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.

You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation.

Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.

Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?

Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.

He saved me. He freaking electrocuted himself to save me. I’m gonna be there when he wakes up so I can tell him thanks.

Lend.” “Lend?” Raquel asked. “Yes, as in, lend me your self.” He shimmered into Raquel again. “Why not Borrow?” I asked. “Better yet, Steal?

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

I could have melted ice, my smile was so bright.

Maybe I'm weird, but watching Lend drive was sexy.

Survival instincts are one of those things that never die.

Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.” (Arianna to Evie)

Wake up,' a voice like water rippling over rocks whispered in my ear.

Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?

-'I don't see what good it's going to do for you to waltz back in there and--' -'Can I tango back in there, instead? So much sexier than the waltz.

Faeries and vampires were glittery now? Honestly.

Many of the male faeries had their shirts unbuttoned and chests bare. (How’s this for freaky: no nipples or belly buttons.)

Don't go alone," Lend said, his voice tight with concern. "I'll take Jack." "Oh, wonderful, take the other psychotic guy in your life to go find the first one.

...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.

Actually, you’re way off.” “Oh?” the guard asked. “Yup. She’s not a werewolf, she’s a chupacabra. Have you noticed a lot of missing goats lately?

Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too.

I—What on earth just happened?” “Well, nothing on Earth, obviously.

Maybe I shouldn’t mouth off to the elemental I kinda hoped was my future mother-in-law.