Hunting Prince Dracula Quotes

For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.

Catch me if I fall, all right?” A smile curved his lips in a most delightful manner. “I’ve already fallen hard, Wadsworth. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.

Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.

You are not mine to take.” He brushed his lips against mine. Softly, so softly I might have imagined them there. My eyes fluttered shut. He could persuade me to build a steamship to the moon when he kissed me. We could orbit the stars together. “You are yours to give.

I will gladly accept any and all books, however. A person can never have too much reading material. Especially on a fall or winter evening. If you’re feeling extra generous, you may include tea. I love a unique blend.

I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.

Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.

Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.

The world is vicious.' Thomas brushed a lock of hair back from my face, his gaze thoughtful. 'The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.

We were all here to learn. He was the one who had a problem, not I. Perhaps it was time for fathers to teach their sons how to behave around young women. They were not born superior, no matter how society falsely conditioned them. We were all equals here.

Mr. Thomas Cresswell might not truly hold the title of prince, but the was perfectly fine. To me, he'd always be the king of my heart.

You're dressed for sneaking about Dracula's castle. Be still my thawing, dark heart. You certainly know how to make a young man feel alive, Wadsworth.

Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.

Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.

Antique pages were a scent that should be bottled up and sold to those who adored the aroma.

There’s something powerful in that kind of love, something that deserves to be kindled and tended to, even when its embers are flickering dangerously close to darkness.

Monsters could wear the smiles of friends while secreting away the rotten soul of the Devil in the darkest crevices of themselves.

Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.

You would miss me terribly and know it. Just as I would miss you in ways I cannot fathom, should we ever part.

What if" were the two most tragic words in existence when paired together.

Everyone makes mistakes, Wadsworth. There's no shame in that. It's how you go about mending them that truly counts.

Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.

Society at large is staggeringly obtuse. If one simply looks to others for their opinions, they lose the ability to think critically for themselves. Progress would never be made if everyone appeared and thought and loved in the same manner.

However, grieving or being affected by something doesn't make you weak, Wadsworth. Sometimes strength is knowing when to tend to yourself for a bit.

I adore her in every possible way. Have you ever looked upon someone and felt a spark within your core? She makes me want to accomplish grand things. That's the beauty of love, though, isn't it? It brings out the very best within yourself.

If we weren't about to face another terrible passageway filled with life-threatening danger, I'd take you in my arms this instant.

Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.

Focus on how handsome I am. How much you want to press your lips against mine. And definitely do not panic, Wadsworth. If you scream, I'm going to join you, and then we're both in trouble.

I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.

Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.

Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.

You've stared Fear in its nasty face and made it tremble. You will make it through this, Wadsworth. We will mange it through this. That is a fact more tangling than any dream or nightmare. I promised I'd never lie to you. I intend to honor my word.

The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.

BONE WHITE, BLOOD RED. ALONG THIS PATH YOU'LL SOON BE DEAD.

Flesh-and-blood men were the real monsters, and they could be cut down easily enough.

Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof! Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.

No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.

Love makes fools of the wisest.

Rules are restrictions given by other privileged men. I enjoy making up my own mind. Everyone ought to have the same human right.

I do agree that love is wonderful, I began slowly, not wanting to offend, but there's also a certain magic in being perfectly content with one's own company. I believe greatness lies within. And is ours to harness or unleash at will.

There were only the two of us left standing in a star-filled sky oblivious to anything but the way our bodies fit together like constellations. He was my match in all ways.

Roman numerals weren't built in a day, Wadsworth.

I did not believe there was any line one wouldn't cross when it came to those one loved. Morals crumpled when faced with heartache. Some fissures within us would forever remain irreparable.

How did you know?” “I…” Thomas swallowed hard, his attention fixed on the painting. “The truth?” “Please.” “You’ve got a dress with orchid blossoms embroidered on it. Ribbons in the deepest purple. You favor the color, but not nearly as much as I find myself favoring you.” He took a deep breath. “As to the stars? Those are what I prefer. More than medical practices and deductions. The universe is vast. A mathematical equation even I have no hope of solving. For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.

Anger was a wall to hide grief behind.

We both knew that sometimes stories and reality collided, with devastating effects.

Grief doesn't equate breaking.

Flowers need plenty of water and sunshine to grow. Love, too, needs attention and affection, or else it slowly withers away from neglect. Once love’s gone, it’s as brittle as a dried-out leaf. You pick it up, only to discover that it’s turned to ash beneath your oncecareful touch, gone on a swift wind forever.

As to the stars? Those are what I prefer. More than medical practices and deductions. The universe is vast. A mathematical equation even I have no hope of solving. For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why i measure my love for you by them An amount too boundless to count.

He turned to me, expression as serious as I'd ever witnessed it. "You would miss me terribly and know it. Just as I would miss you in ways I cannot fathom, should we ever part.

Progress would never be made if everyone appeared and thought and loved in the same manner.

Andrei swung his scalpel as if it were a sword and he the most inept defender the kingdom had ever known.

To help those he loved, he'd rear apart the world.

Surely it's prudent to plan for different possibilities for the future. Shouldn't one have some sort of goal to work toward, even if the path they take is unknown?

Do not let your bountiful garden turn to ash.

Though I knew there were many sides to each person if one searched hard enough. No one was entirely good or evil.

Tonight is fall asleep to the image of gold-flecked eyes and a wicked mouth. And all the wonderful ways I might one day explore those lips in dark, empty rooms. Our passion burning brighter than all the stars in the sky. Saints drag me to hell.

I had no idea you were also a chiropterologist,” I said blandly. “Is this how you impress all the young ladies?” He surveyed me with interest. “Well, I had no idea you knew the scientific term for bat study.

If I end up being devoured by ravenous spiders, at least I’ll be memorable for something other than my good looks.

If one simply looks to others for their opinions, they lose the ability to think critically for themselves.

I was a gruesome monster wrapped up in delicate lace.

Sometimes strength is knowing when to tend to yourself for a bit.

Death is never easy, but there's something... infinitely worse when someone young is taken. Death's not the only thing to fear. Murder is worse.

Legends are meant to inspire fear. Anastasia stood. They must be larger than the life we lead in order to maintain their lure for generations.

Power often corrupts. It is a wise man -or woman- who accepts their role as one part of a whole.

I cannot predict what the future will bring when tomorrow may not come. Any number of things may happen. God may decide He's had enough of us and wipe the slate clean.

if Thomas had been hurt, I would have plowed through the entire country if I had to, leaving bones and ash in my wake.

I was emotionally stronger now. Capable of so much more than I'd ever known.This strike would not force me into compliance; it would propel me into an offensive position. I was no longer the prey, but the hunter.

I found I could not wait to show Thomas and perhaps be like a sudden ray of sun to brighten his spirits in return. Mr.Thomas Cresswell might not truly hold the title of prince, but that was perfectly fine. To me, he'd always be the king of my heart.

White, red, evil, green. What haunts these woods stays unseen Dragons roam and take to air. Cut down those who are near his lair. Eat your meat and drink your blood. Leave remains in the tub. Bone white, blood red. Along this path you'll soon be dead.

Mr. Thomas Cresswell might not truly hold the title of prince, but that was perfectly fine. To me, he’d always be the king of my heart.

Grief was a vat of quicksand; the more one struggled against it, the deeper it pulled one under.

Monsters were only as real as our imaginations.

I would not be treated as if my mind were inferior because I’d been blessed with the ability to bear children. I mentally screamed at myself to let it pass, but I couldn’t obey the simple command, consequences be damned.

Darkness made confessions easier - it comforted me in a way the light never could.

Regret wouldn't bring the dead back.

What if were the two most tragic words in existence when paired together. If only were no better when coupled off.

No matter if something was thought to be very bad. There was nothing to be afraid of other than our own worries.

One may never know what secrets we'll uncover when we dare to plunge into less... pleasant places.

Lords weep, ladies cry. Down the road, say good-bye. Land shifts and caves dwell. Deep in earth, warm as hell. Water seeps cold, deep and fast. Within its walls you will not last.

It's just... sometimes when I'm afraid or lost, I try to find the humor. Break the tension. It always helps me to laugh.

The proper society girl in me was loath to admit it, but his flirtations kept me afloat in a sea of conflicting feelings. Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power. Fire breathed. Grief was a vat of quicksand; the more one struggled against it, the deeper it pulled one under. I'd much rather be set ablaze than buried alive. Though the mere thought of being in a compromising position with Thomas was enough to make my face warm.

I would never know what was best for myself with someone offering unsolicited advice at each step. Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.

Science could not explain the power of love or hope.

I wished to be lost in the nothingness for a while longer.

I tried again, but the door refused to open. It was like everything in life; the more one struggled against it, the harder it became.

Science was an altar I knelt before, and it blessed me with solace.

Losing a sibling is horrid. It is. But we can carry their memory with us and draw strength from it.

I believe it's important to incorporate both science and instinct, sir.

Foe now I'd tend to my own wounds. Thomas was correct about one thing: I needed to heal myself before I could address anything or anyone else.

I pulled his face to mine and gave his mouth something more interesting to do. Thomas didn't mind the interruption as we explored new ways of communicating.

Bone white, blood red, here lies something long dead. Tree of death and heart of stone. Never enter the crypt alone. If you do, He'll mark your tracks, hunt you down, and then attack. Bone white, blood red, there lie those who should have died.

It’s just… I adore her in every possible way. Have you ever looked upon someone and felt a spark within your core? She makes me want to accomplish grand things. That’s the beauty of love, though, isn’t it? It brings out the very best within yourself.

Science needed coldness for exploratory advancements, but we were still human. Our minds might be made f steel when needed, but our hearts beat with compassion. We still cared deeply fro people and mourned.

This is what they should be teaching us. Not vampire lore regarding a man who died centuries ago. Do you think it’s medically possible to open my cranium and stuff the pages inside? Perhaps the ink will leach in and create some sort of compound reaction.

It seemed an awful thing for a medical tool to be called a breadknife when its purpose was to carve into specimens and not baked goods.

Please assist me with any advice you may possess. I’m much better equipped to extract a heart than encourage one, it seems.

You should follow your heart. Forget the rest. Ileana stood and gathered up the used plates and napkins. Thomas is human and will make mistakes, and as long as he apologizes and it's something yo can live with? It's worth loving him today. It's also worth forgiving him, too. You never know when he might be taken from you.

Much as I hate to break you two up…” Daciana coughed delicately from the doorway. “We have a visitor.” She eyed my new outfit and grinned. “You look phenomenal. Very intimidating and ‘Bringer of Death.’” Thomas groaned as I stepped out of his grasp, then shot his sister a withering glare Aunt Amelia would have been proud of. “Bringer of Death is what the villagers will label me if you continue to ruin all of our clandestine moments, Daci. Go entertain your visitor on your own.

Thomas leaned close enough that his breath tickled the skin of my neck. “A man of few words, I see. Perhaps it’s the size of his… weapon that’s so intimidating.” “Thomas!” I whispered harshly, horrified by his impropriety. He pointed to the oversize sword dangling from the young man’s hip, amusement scrawled across his features. Right, then. My cheeks warmed as Thomas tsked. “And you say I’m the one whose mind is in the gutter. How very scandalous of you, Wadsworth. What were you thinking of?