Top 200 Chloe Gong Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “I said I wanted you dead,” Roma confirmed. “I never said I didn’t love you.”

— Chloe Gong

152. “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.”

— Chloe Gong

153. “This is tenderness. And she is more afraid of it than anything else.”

— Chloe Gong

154. “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.”

— Chloe Gong

155. “It had always been Marshall.”

— Chloe Gong

156. “City gangsters had been taking the hit when the warlords in control needed a place to point the finger before the imperialists could say the Chinese couldn’t control their own people and installed intruder governments in the country instead.”

— Chloe Gong

157. “You’re very grumpy. I expected my wife to be less grumpy.”

— Chloe Gong

158. “It’s Juliette Montagova.” She lifted her hand and waved her fingers, flashing her gold wedding ring while she continued onward and exited the living room. “I’m a married woman. Roma, come help me get the knives, would you?” In that moment, as Roma pushed off the wall and followed her obediently, he fell in love all over again.”

— Chloe Gong

159. “A long time ago, Roma had told Juliette that her anger was like a cold diamond. It was something she could swallow smoothly, something to be placed upon other people, gliding along their skin in glitter and glamour before they realized far too late that the diamond had sliced them into pieces. He had admired her for it. Mostly because his own anger was the precise opposite – an uncontrollable wave of fire that knew no subtlety.”

— Chloe Gong

160. “This is an age of consumption, time speeding by on American flavors and jazz, French literature and a sea of lost cosmopolitan love. If you are.”

— Chloe Gong

161. “Benedikt wanted to break something. He hadn’t touched his art supplies in months, but recently he had been entertaining the urge to destroy it all. Stab his paintbrush right through his canvas and hope that the damage would be enough to make him feel better.”

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162. “She could kill him right here if she wanted. The apartment hosts only the two of them. The rest of San-Er sleeps within its own walls. He would have nowhere to jump. But she won’t. She trusts her life in his hands, and for that, she wants to deserve his trust too, offer him safety in her embrace.”

— Chloe Gong

163. “You can call a rose something else, but it remains yet a rose.”

— Chloe Gong

164. “Juliette folded her arms. “We stay quiet about the injustice off all this simply because it hurts his feelings?”

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165. “These violent delights have violent ends,” Juliette whispered to herself.”

— Chloe Gong

166. “Calla removes the cigarette from her lips and, with the puff of smoke still in her lungs, leans forward and kisses him. Despite his words, he lets her release right into him, taking the toxins down his throat. He’ll let her poison him, swallow everything down like this is the sweetest liquor he has ever tasted.”

— Chloe Gong

167. “Her feminine beauty was a concept as fleeting as power. If she acquired a tan, put on some weight, and let a few decades pass, the street artists would not be rendering her face to sell their creams anymore. Chinese and Western standards alike were arbitrary, pitiful things. But Juliette still needed to keep herself in line, force herself to follow them if people were to look up to her.”

— Chloe Gong

168. “Rosalind had hurt everyone she cared about, risked their very lives, all for someone who was long gone.”

— Chloe Gong

169. “As the seasons blew by and all this time crawled forward, he should have become a stranger.”

— Chloe Gong

170. “He had buried Juliette like a corpse beneath the floorboards, content to live with the ghosts that whispered to him in his sleep.”

— Chloe Gong

171. “Juliette swallowed hard. She could not. She would not. She was the heir to the Scarlet Gang. Heir of mobsters and merchants and monsters, each and every one of them, blood frothing at the mouth. She kneeled to no one.”

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172. “As always, when somebody said not to panic, the first thing one did was panic.”

— Chloe Gong

173. “If Rosalind hadn’t left, she would have become another one of the odd items, forgotten amid the mess and clutter in that room.”

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174. “But there was something entirely too genuine about the woman’s offer, something untainted by the usual give-and-take exchange of the city. Juliette didn’t want to ruin it. She didn’t want to pop the illusion.”

— Chloe Gong

175. “I’m not the saving the city because it is good,” she said carefully. Nor am I saving the city because i am good. I want it safe because I wish to be safe. I want it safe because safety is always what is deserved, goodness or wickedness alike.” And if Julitte didn’t do it who would? She sat up here on a throne crusted and silver and dusted with opim powder. If she didn’t use her birthright to offer protection where she could, what was the point?”

— Chloe Gong

176. “Birds,” he muttered. “Miniature little devils.”

— Chloe Gong

177. “How dare they label themselves the people of this city, as if they did not sail in with cannons and forced entry, as if they are not here now only because they come from those who lit the first fires.”

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178. “I missed you, dorogaya,” he whispered against her ear. “I missed you so much.”

— Chloe Gong

179. “Roma was going to start bawling, right here and right now. He wasn’t built for so many feelings.”

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180. “Gangster royalty, dead by his hands. The two empires of Shanghai’s underground – the heirs of families that had kept this city rumbling on capital and foreign trade, on hierarchy and nepotism – both fallen and executed under his bullet. It was too good to pass up.”

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181. “Tyler and his Scarlet men would go on a rampage in the name of defending Juliette, even if they too wanted her dead. It was all one and the same. It was this city, divided by names and colors and turfs, but somehow bleeding the exact same shade of violence.”

— Chloe Gong

182. “I would rather the two of you not burn the world down each time you choose each other.”

— Chloe Gong

183. “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?”

— Chloe Gong

184. “It was his father. Perhaps it made Orion a bad operative, but if he were ever to encounter incriminating evidence within the walls of his house, his first instinct would be to hide it away.”

— Chloe Gong

185. “In that manner, perhaps no one is alike to anyone, but that only means that they are another one of the masses, another face that does not draw attention, another late-night wanderer trailing along the streets to the dun, dun! of the tram chugging on its tracks. They are your neighbor leaning off the balcony; they are a hawker selling peaches; they are that banker hailing the last rickshaw in the area to pursue the night in a different district. They are, quite simply, Shanghai.”

— Chloe Gong

186. “Maybe we don’t have to be like this forever, wielded around as national tools. Maybe we can just be people.”

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187. “To suffer in San-Er is not a punishment, only a way of life.”

— Chloe Gong

188. “I will be free of my name.” Juliette looked up. “I will take yours.”

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189. “It was all irrational anyway, a belief that if he achieved one impossible thing, then perhaps every other impossible element in his life would click together too, regardless of whether they truly correlated.”

— Chloe Gong

190. “Every flicker of the gas, every puddle growing by the sink – the more that Benedikt took notice of the space that Marshall had once constantly lounged around, the emptier it grew.”

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191. “Where is he living?” “With you.” The room fell silent. Rosalind thought she had misheard. “I beg your pardon?” “Sorry, did I skip that part? You’re getting married. For this mission, the two of you will be abandoning your present code names and becoming one combined operative. Welcome to the covert branch, High Tide.”

— Chloe Gong

192. “If the human soul has an afterlife, has a will, then his would be here for rest, and Alisa has no doubt that Juliette’s would follow.”

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193. “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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194. “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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195. “Killer. Violent. Ruthless. All those and more – that was who she was now.”

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196. “Juliette tried not to grit her teeth so hard. She was going to put a crack in her jaw at this rate.”

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197. “Do that again,” he said. She looked at the sink. “Wash the razor?” “No, beloved. Your laugh.”

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198. “Calla is a woman in the same way that the sky is blue. She understands that it’s the easiest identifier to slap on and she doesn’t mind it, but in actuality, the sky is an incomprehensible void, and Calla, too, feels closer to a nebulous, inexact entity. Before she is anything else, Calla is just Calla.”

— Chloe Gong

199. “It is love that will survive after everything else has perished.”

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200. “Power is never worth it! You keep making trades upon trades, and you get nothing in return. Roma is running from it. Juliette is running from it. What makes you think you can handle.”

— Chloe Gong