Top 300 Carissa Broadbent Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “He had done nothing but be kind to me. But I only knew how to fight.”

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102. “This, I knew, was Vincent telling me that he loved me. No one had ever said those words to me – at least, not that I could ever remember. But he communicated it a thousand ways over the years, most of them coated in death. I love you. Here’s how you stay alive. Here’s how you make sure that no one can hurt you. For vampires, that was the ultimate gift.”

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103. “He offered his daughter no comfort, no tenderness. Why would he? The world would offer her none, either. She should learn this.”

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104. “We had carved out these small, intimate spaces for each other in our lives, and by some miracle of human denial, neither of us had thought about what that would inevitably mean. Now, for the first time, I realized the breadth of the gaping absence we would leave in each other.”

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105. “That he had tried. That he had failed. And that he had loved me, anyway. And I would carry all of that forever, for the rest of my life.”

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106. “Maybe I just imagined that the entire world stopped when my wife walked into the ballroom.”

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107. “Whatever you wish to give me,” he repeated, slowly, like he wanted to make sure I understood. “I’ll have it.”

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108. “I had spent the night cutting myself up into little pieces for consumption, forcing people to acknowledge me, thrusting my pain into their faces.”

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109. “But anger was good. Anger was better than guilt. Anger was a reminder of why I was doing any of this in the first place.”

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110. “You will never be free, Sylina, until you let go of the hold your past has on you,” she said. “The past cannot dictate the future.”

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111. “I have learned that there are few certainties in life or death, but one of them is that bones do not speak. Dust does not sing.”

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112. “Instead, they’d strip us for parts until there was nothing left to take.”

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113. “Strange, that these Marks supposedly branded us as innate enemies. And yet, they were obvious mates to each other.”

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114. “He’d raised me to look at the bars of my cage and call them trees.”

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115. “And this is not for me. This is for decency. You already denied thousands of people help. You said it was too much. Now I ask for one person. Is that still too much? Or are the Orders less powerful than they say to be?”

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116. “That idiot was fighting this thing.”

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117. “I don’t like creatures that don’t have the common decency to have limbs like the rest of us.”

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118. “This dawned on me as I watched him yank his sword from the chest of a limp vampire corpse. He glanced over his shoulder at me, brow quirked. “What? Like what you see?” “Do you do that on purpose?”

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119. “You don’t give an inch, do you?” My eyes flicked coldly up his body. “Do you? Or is an inch all you have to offer?”

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120. “Anger made things easy. Love made things complicated.”

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121. “It began with a whisper and it will end with a scream. What comes between is a dance of fate’s tangled threads.”

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122. “To be reminded of everything I had already lost while looking into the eyes of everything I had left to lose.”

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123. “You want more than I can give you,” I whispered. “I can’t imagine that ever being true,” he murmured. “Because I want only you, Lilith. Whatever of you I can have. I’ll take one night. One hour. One minute. Whatever you want to give me. I’ll have it.”

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124. “A performance shows people a pleasant lie,′ I replied. ‘Tonight I shoe them an ugly reality.”

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125. “I find myself curious, do you think about her the way she thinks about you?”

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126. “Stories are always useful. Life is more than a series of acts of violence. And while I respect our king and his commitment to teaching you practical skills, he is not always the most emotionally intelligent person.” Meajqa flashed another smile. “Perhaps because he doesn’t read enough romances.”

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127. “But I was powerless now, just as I was then. A human in a world of vampires. An Heir with no teeth. A daughter with no way to avenge her father.”

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128. “But isn’t having built something worth more than the fear of it being destroyed?”

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129. “How poetic, after all: to wear Esmaris’s sigil as I exposed every terrible thing that he did to me. As if I were carrying him with me, hissing to his ear: “Look. Look at everything you failed to destroy. Look at what your cruelty created.”

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130. “Death was like a lost lover. We circled each other. I craved more with every brush of its touch. All I wanted was for it to take me to its bed and never let me leave.”

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131. “I had forgotten that people could be that way. I had forgotten that someone, somewhere, was painting terrible pictures of their wife in a garden. I was so far gone that I didn’t even remember that that kind of mundane contentment actually existed, least of all in the same moments as such terrible things.”

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132. “Maybe the king always knew that his greatest love would be his ruination. Maybe he knew it the moment he met her. He’d know it the second time he died, too.”

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133. “He was offering me everything I needed to destroy him.”

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134. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Asar Voldari, Warden of Morthryn, king of the underworld, heir of Alarus. I love you, and in this life or the next, worlds mortal or divine, I will never let you go.”

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135. “I loved it – really, truly loved it – when they underestimated me.”

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136. “Creating is harder than destroying. In the end it’s always worth it.”

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137. “A story is the thing that proves something existed between life and death.”

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138. “Crack. Twenty-five. Esmaris was going to kill me. That bastard. A fire lit within me. As I heard the whoosh of Esmaris raising his arm over his head, I flipped myself over, ignoring the agony that ignited as my back touched the ground. “If you want to murder me,” I spat, “you’re going to look me in the eye as you do it.”

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139. “I love you,” he said, in a single, urgent breath. “I just – I need you to know that. I love you, Oraya.”

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140. “We crashed together into beautiful damnation.”

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141. “He smelled like the sky – he tasted like falling. His lips met mine like he’d been waiting his entire life for this kiss and had known exactly what he would do when he got it. We kissed like we fought together, responding to each touch, each movement. We understood each other by now.”

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142. “Whatever you need,” he said. “My blood. My books. My knowledge. Anything. It is yours.”

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143. “We all have our regrets. Don’t follow yours to the grave.”

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144. “You have survived, my daughter. Now live.”

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145. “Strange, how being so exposed can make a soul feel so very safe.”

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146. “That wasn’t how I’d imagined making you come for the first time,” he remarked. I stopped chewing.”

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147. “And then he said, after a moment, “I just played the notes that sounded like you.” I stiffened. He spoke the words so softly, with such tender vulnerability. Like a confession to a priest. So kind it hurt. Danger, Mische. Danger. This is not what you’re supposed to do. But still, I didn’t pull away. I murmured, “It’s beautiful.” And he whispered, “Yes.”

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148. “And a voice, quiet and booming at once, said, “Get your hands off my wife.”

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149. “I think,” Raihn said softly, “this is your mother.” A part of me already knew it. And still, the words cracked open my chest, releasing a wave of emotion I wasn’t prepared for. Vincent had drawn this. It was his hand – I recognized that drawing style. Vincent had drawn her.”

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150. “Maybe they want some part of me I have already given to someone else.”

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