Top 150 Hafsah Faizal Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Should I sing prettily while I slit your throat?”

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102. “That last thought was what made Nasir nudge Altair’s bare bicep with the toe of his boot. Altair’s right eye popped open instantly and Nasir clenched his jaw – he should have known. “For a moment, I thought you might do it,” Altair said. “Do what?” the girl asked. She yawned as she brushed her teeth with a siwak. Altair’s mouth curled into a grin. “Kiss me.” Nasir kicked him, and Altair’s laughter only increased.”

— Hafsah Faizal

103. “The world was meant to be salvaged by the ones it had wronged.”

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104. “I would rather die at a merciful hand then live a monstrous life.”

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105. “It was a feeling unmatched, to be sought by another.”

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106. “How can something so painless as the loss of memory hurt so much?”

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107. “Perhaps it’s meant to be accepted,” Nasir reflected quietly. “Not everything requires a battle, least of all grief.”

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108. “Before that beautiful heart that harmed none and loved too much-stopped.”

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109. “He felt a flood of shame because she didn’t fear him and a crackle of comfort before she didn’t fear him.”

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110. “How long did one have to live before death became a wish?”

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111. “Now she was an archer without a target. A girl without a home. A soul without a purpose.”

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112. “I’ve never seen a face more open,′ he said with a soft laugh before growing intent, stealing her breath. ‘You do it for them. For them to love you.”

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113. “Stranger isn’t it,” said Nasir, who was never one for contemplation. “How the darkness brought us together, and the light will let us fall apart?”

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114. “All that time away, and you’re still shorter than me,” Altair remarked from the shadows. “How was the performance? Do you think my baba was pleased?”

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115. “He came here for one act alone: murder.”

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116. “People lived because she killed.”

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117. “I’m just reminding myself aloud that he’s Altair and he can handle himself. He could talk so much the Lion would beg us to take him back. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the bumbling fool somewhere with a sign saying ‘He’s all yours.”

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118. “That was life, wasn’t it? A collection of moments, a menagerie of people.”

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119. “It was a wall, beyond which stood all her yesterdays. Her voyage would take her to her tomorrows.”

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120. “Steel hissed as Altair drew his scimitars without a care for quiet. Both of his scimitars, Nasir noted in surprise. Healed so soon.”

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121. “I’ll have to introduce you by saying, ‘He’s not always this grumpy. Then again, he’s one of those people who talks less and murders more’.”

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122. “Hope was the beast that could never be slain, the light that blazed in every harrowing dark.”

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123. “A life with magic means nothing to me if you aren’t in it.”

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124. “There is no man in Arawiya more loyal to the Hunter than I.”

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125. “All right’ is when you’re bleeding black but it’s not as bad as bleeding red. When the world crashes but you’re not alone when it does. When the darkness is absolute but you hunt down the smallest flame and coax it brighter. When you carve the good out of every bad and claim it a victory.”

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126. “Wars could wage and swords could cut and arrows could pierce. None of them compared to the pain of a well-poised word.”

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127. “He’s a murderer. And she was starting to forget that he was.”

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128. “But there was a cloth in his mouth, woven from fear and suppression.”

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129. “How was it that words were impossible, when drawing a blade and ending someone’s life wasn’t? Because words cut deeper than swords.”

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130. “We can strengthen our bodies and fortify our minds, but the heart is a monster of its own.”

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131. “A monster. For a monster will always be enslaved to a master.”

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132. “Tame me,” he said in desperation. “Be mine, wholly and utterly.”

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133. “Think of all the women you can help by being you.”

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134. “He didn’t want to be another moment stolen from a thousand. He wanted every sunrise and every crescent moon. He wanted to be the reason for every rare blush, the cause of every breathless sigh.”

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135. “Tragedies happen once, memories relive them eternally.”

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136. “Prince of Death, Demenhune Hunter. Titles don’t tell you who a person is.”

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137. “Altair snorted water, choking until the Huntress thwacked him on the back. “Enough,” Benyamin said, smoothing out his bedroll. “Kifah, you’re keeping watch.” “Your wish is my insomnia,” the warrior said with a salute.”

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138. “How long must one live before one ceased to remember their own name?”

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139. “You were told to hunt down the lost Jawarat, and here you are, like moths hunting a flame, blindly reaching for mirage to break the decade’s-long curse over our lands.”

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140. “The living can’t survive with promises to the dead.”

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141. “But the safi did not understand that freedom was sometimes a burden of its own.”

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142. “Only Zafira could find them. He had to stop walking when he voiced her name in his head for the first time.”

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143. “He is a chaos we savor.”

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144. “He left behind half of his soul and the whole of his heart.”

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145. “And I think she needs time to understand that flaws make us whole. Real. He’s not terrible, or a monster.”

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146. “She was young, still. She would want for as long a she could, and then some. To want was to live, was it not?”

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147. “The world could be remade, but abuse could never be undone.”

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148. “Nasir said nothing, but when the boy snuck a glance up at him, he couldn’t help it: He smiled.”

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149. “The world thieves childhoods.”

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150. “He would have slain a thousand men to remove the raw anguish weeping from her eyes.”

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