308 Quotes by Rachel Vincent

I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.

You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don’t think hellions are much into social networking.

Her mouth was open, as if she wanted to say something, and I wanted to kiss her to show her that sometimes you don’t need words. Sometimes they only get in the way, and you end up talking yourself out of things you need. People you want.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

Of every moment I’ve ever not-lived through, this one is the best.

A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.

What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.

He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.