Top 250 Chloe Gong Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “Hatred did have a home in him, however weak the hearth was.”

— Chloe Gong

102. “It’s okay that you’re grumpy. I think it’s very cute –.”

— Chloe Gong

103. “There are no good kings, but there are fair ones.”

— Chloe Gong

104. “Ooh, look at me. I studied with Americans and I know how biology works.”

— Chloe Gong

105. “Yet Kathleen still felt a suspicious chill sweep up her spine as she entered the kitchen, dumping the plates in the sink for the kitchen hands to deal with. Had they grown apart? Had Kathleen become too much of a stranger for her sister?”

— Chloe Gong

106. “Because – ” Juliette said. Her voice was no louder than a bare whisper. Yet in the quiet of the alley, with only Tyler’s gasps, she was all that could be heard. “I love him. I love him, Tyler, and you tried to take him from me.”

— Chloe Gong

107. “He claimed to have done it for you,” Juliette said quietly. “He took you into a period of riches, but now you are here, back where you began, and your son is dead.”

— Chloe Gong

108. “Juliette scowled. “Just as they call Shanghai the Paris of the East,” she said. “When are we going to stop letting the colonizers pick the comparisons? Why don’t we ever call Paris the Shanghai of the West?”

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109. “Orion couldn’t stop looking at her. Those determined eyes and the set of her brow. Artists would scramble to paint a face like that onto their war posters. Render her expression in vivid enough lines, and the sight alone could lead the world into battle.”

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110. “So long as he hates me, we are safe. If we love again... this city may just kill us both for daring to hope.”

— Chloe Gong

111. “Juliette had met plenty of men like him in America: men who assumed they had the right to go wherever they wished because the world had been built to favor their civilized etiquette.”

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112. “The city has not grown more violent. It is a matter of its people changing.”

— Chloe Gong

113. “Lovers turned to strangers.”

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114. “The rich and the foreign, they didn’t truly believe it. To them, this madness sweeping the city was nothing except Chinese nonsense – only to affect the doomed poor, only to touch the believers caught in their tradition. They thought their glistening marble could keep out contagion because the contagion was nothing save the hysteria of savages.”

— Chloe Gong

115. “Given Anton’s childhood, a natural assumption would be that he couldn’t handle bloodshed. But blood is faultless. Blood is only a consequence. Better to draw blood before it can be drawn from you; better to exert power and hold control- to seize power and maintain control.”

— Chloe Gong

116. “Do not lie to save your honor.” Rosalind pointed a sharp fingernail. “You kill because you enjoy it. I’m warning you. Your name cannot protect you for long.”

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117. “Juliette wouldn’t dare because no matter how big her talk was, she still couldn’t separate the hatred broiling in her stomach with the sudden lurch of adrenaline that came to life with his proximity. If her body refused to forget who Roma once was to her, how was she to make those same limbs rebel from their nature, make them destroy him? “Penny for your thoughts?”

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118. “You give your word. But you have always been a liar.”

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119. “Orion had thrown a crate at him. He swooped down and picked up another, but instead of throwing it he swung his arms and smacked it against the soldiers head spitting: “Don’t” – he swung again – “touch” – another hard whack – “my” – the crate broke into two pieces – “wife”.”

— Chloe Gong

120. “Roma was not afraid. He only feared the power of others. Monsters and things that walked the night were strong, but they were not powerful. There was a difference.”

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121. “Once, a long time ago, at the back of a library while a storm raged on outside, Juliette had asked Roma, “Do you ever imagine what life would be like if you had a different last name?” “All the time. Don’t you?” Juliette had thought about it. “Only sometimes. Then I consider all that I would miss out on without it. What would I be if I weren’t a Cai?” Roma had lifted onto his elbow. “You could be a Montagov.” “Don’t be ridiculous.”

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122. “So don’t start believing that skill is all it takes to stay at the top. Loyalty plays its dirty hand too, and it is a fickle, ever-changing thing.”

— Chloe Gong

123. “Don’t you dare,” Roma said. “Don’t you dare fall apart now, dorogaya.”

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124. “I will fight this war to love you, Juliette Cai.”

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125. “Don’t worry,” Alisa whispers. “We will be okay.”

— Chloe Gong

126. “I love you, he thought. Do you know? Have you always known? Have I always known?”

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127. “I’ve seen what love does. It’s powerful. It’s selfish. It will draw us away from the battlefield, and we can’t allow that.”

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128. “It breathes in. It slinks closer. Its first breath transforms into a cold breeze, hurtling into the streets and brushing the ankles of those unfortunate enough to be stumbling home during the devil’s hour. This place hums to the tune of debauchery. This city is filthy and deep in the thrall of unending sin, so saturated with the kiss of decadence that the sky threatens to buckle and crush all those living vivaciously beneath it in punishment.”

— Chloe Gong

129. “Juliette Cai,” Dimitri greeted, acting like they were exchanging pleasantries. “I heard you grew up a socialite. Where did you learn to grapple like a street urchin?”

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130. “You can’t ask me not to love you by keeping me at arm’s length. I’ll love you anyway.”

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131. “War rages on, and the city tells the tale of Roma and Juliette like some folk song passed between rickshaw runners on their breaks. They speak of Roma Montagov and Juliette Cai as the ones who had dared to dream. And for that, in a city consumed by nightmares, they were cut down without mercy.”

— Chloe Gong

132. “Attached to High Tide?” she echoed, her voice teasing. “Have you grown attached to me, Hong Liwen?” “Yes.” His reply came easily. It didn’t sound like he was teasing her in return. “I have.”

— Chloe Gong

133. “Suddenly, Anton turns, nudging his shoulder closer toward her. Calla snatches her hand back with a start, but he’s not stirring against her touch. He has not awakened at all: he only adjusts until he is facing her, eyes still closed. Before Calla can react, Anton draws her near, seeking her body amid the sheets. He reaches for her, an arm curling around her waist, solid and steady. Even asleep, he reaches for her.”

— Chloe Gong

134. “He wanted to scream and rage. He wanted to scream at Juliette until his lungs grew hoarse. Only he knew that if he screamed I hate you, what he really meant was I love you. I still love you so much that I hate you for it.”

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135. “But the thought of being associated with that other version of herself was horrifying now. That Rosaland was an enemy, someone she had to push farther and farther into the recesses of her mind, someone she could never think about too much lest she make a return. The Rosalind who was here today could never reacquaint herself with her former remnant; she was too busy trying to fix that girl’s damn mistakes.”

— Chloe Gong

136. “Like twin statues reaching for each other, they both fell asleep at last.”

— Chloe Gong

137. “Tyler would do all in his power to ensure the survival of the Scarlet Gang, while Juliette no longer had a single desire to be fighting the blood feud, not when it was so damn pointless.”

— Chloe Gong

138. “The problem with hatred was that when the initial emotion weakened, the responses still remained. The clenched fist and hot veins, the blurred vision and quickened pulse. And in such remains, Juliette was not in control of what they might develop into.”

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139. “She was so damn afraid of being punished for her choices, and if it were easier to shut down, then why would she not? If there were an easier way to live, to choose ease over pain, how could she not?”

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140. “Do you think of me as some all-controlling harpy wife?”

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141. “They trained her for war. And she rose up to wage it on them.”

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142. “Don’t” – he swung again – “touch” – another hard thwack – “my” – the crate broke into two pieces – “wife.”

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143. “Princess of Shanghai, of course.” He withdrew his hand. “Nothing else would be worthy.”

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144. “Here she was, harboring this pulsating lump of hatred burning in her stomach that had only gotten hotter and hotter in the years she had been robbed of a confrontation, an explanation, and yet still she did not have the courage to sink her knife right into Roma’s chest, to get revenge in the only way she knew how.”

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145. “They have always said that Shanghai is an ugly daughter, but as the years grow on, it isn’t enough anymore to characterize this city as merely one entity. This place rumbles on Western idealism and Eastern labor, hateful of its split and unable to function without it, multiple facets fighting and grappling.”

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146. “Calla can handle pain. She can handle blood. But this – this is somehow all and none of that at once, a wrenching in her very soul. This is tenderness. And she is more afraid of it than anything else in their forsaken kingdom.”

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147. “Let me love you, he mouthed. Arrested for public obscenity, Benedikt mouthed back in warning.”

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148. “At this distance between them that she had willingly manufactured, because they had been born into two families at war, and she would rather die at Roma’s hand than be the cause of his death.”

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149. “It didn’t matter that he had her forever and ever to kiss, past death and into whatever afterlife existed. He still couldn’t ge enough of her.”

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150. “Then somewhere along the way, between our last petty argument and the fifth time you decided to sleep on my shoulder, I fell in love with you, and once I’ve tumbled that deep, I’m trying to understand everything you say no matter which language it’s in.”

— Chloe Gong