Top 280 Jay Kristoff Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “This is for me,” Mia whispered. “The me who never was. The me who lived in peace and married someone beautiful and perhaps held a daughter in her arms. The me who never knew the taste of blood, or the smell of poison, or the kiss of steel. The me you killed, just as surely as you killed the rest of them.”

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152. “Enjoy yourselves, my dears. Laugh. Love. Remember what it is to live, and forget, if only for a moment, what it is to serve.”

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153. “Better to rule in hell,” the beautiful man smiles, “than serve in heaven.”

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154. “Fear is never a choice. Never a choice. But letting it rule you is.”

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155. “She is stubborn, and moves, even when it seems she cannot. But sometimes, as she crawls along, she cries slow, fat tears. And other times, she looks at her palm pad. And other times, she closes her eyes and meditates, or wishes, or simply grieves. But always, always, she crawls.”

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156. “Never flinch,” she breathed. “Never fear.”

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157. “Promises are for poets.”

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158. “How many Mia’s had she helped create?”

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159. “It has footnotes. What kind of wanker writes a novel with footnotes?”

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160. “The Luminatii aren’t a tool of law and order in the Itreyan capital, gentlefriend. They are a tool of the status quo.”

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161. “Looking out over the mezzanine to the endless shelves below, the girl couldn’t help but smile. She’d grown up inside books. No matter how dark life became, shutting out the hurt was as easy as opening a cover. A child of murdered parents and a failed rebellion, she’d still walked in the boots of scholars and warriors, queens and conquerors.”

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162. “It’s hard to imagine, but even amid so much violence and chaos and loss, somehow the universe sometimes still manages to look beautiful.”

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163. “Death is a promise we all must keep. Sooner or later.”

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164. “A life without books is a life not lived.”

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165. “Hearts only bruise. They never break.”

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166. “Sometimes you don’t know you’ve crossed the line till you’re on the other side.”

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167. “The blood you have in your veins? You’re strong enough for both of us.”

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168. “It’s quite a thing, to watch a person slip from the potential of life into the finality of death. It’s another thing entirely to be the one who pushed. And for all Mercurio’s teachings, she was still a sixteen-year-old girl who’d just committed her first act of murder. Her.”

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169. “Say what you will about being fearless, but there’s only the finest line between bravery and idiocy.”

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170. “When you take a person out of the world, you don’t just take them, do you? You take everything they were, too.”

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171. “Good turn to you, gentlefriends. It’s lovely to see you again. I confess, I missed you in our time apart. And now, reunited, would that I could simply greet you with a smile, and let you be about the business of murder and revenge and occasional lashings of tastefully written smut.”

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172. “Deviation’ or whatever you want to call it? That’s just another expression of it. You call it freakish. I call it incredible.”

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173. “Grandpa said it’s always better to be shot at for who you are than hugged for who you aren’t.”

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174. “I’ll do anything you ask, and everything you won’t.”

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175. “But it’s a terrible thing, Dona Mia, when the ones who should love you best leave you for the wolves.”

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176. “This is her story, and that’s how it ends. “A republic in ashes.” That’s a good ending, Mercurio. Better than most get.”

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177. “Even in our darkest moments, we have a choice, sweet Ana.”

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178. “Una avalancha comienza con un guijarro. Un bosque con una semilla. Y solo se necesita una palabra para hacer que el mundo entero se detenga y escuche. Todo lo que necesitas es la palabra correcta.”

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179. “So much wealth held in so few palms. A kingdom of the blind, built on the backs of the bruised and the broken.”

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180. “Tric’s footsteps faded in the hall. Mia stood there in the dark. Shoulders slumped. Head bowed. Alone.”

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181. “But those who stand for nothing die for the same. And if you stand only for yourself, you fall alone.”

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182. “No up. No down. No sky. No ground. Just endless dark shot through with tiny spears of sunlight older than you and your entire species stacked end to end. You want to feel small? Spend sixty seconds in a Cyclone’s cockpit, chum. Look out at the nothing and feel it looking back. Then you know exactly how much you add up to.”

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183. “Brave in a way he’d never been. Dark and bloodstained and scarred to the bone. She had every reason in the world to be nothing but rage and hatred and misery. But he knew, as much as she tried to hide it, she hadn’t let life turn her cold. She loved with a heart as fierce as lions. Gave in a way that left her bleeding, but never broken. Because even with all she’d lost, all she’d sacrificed, all the hurt heaped upon her shoulders, she’d still come back.”

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184. “Problem with being a librarian is there’s some lessons you just can’t learn from books.”

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185. “Our scars are just gifts from our enemies,” Ashlinn whispered into her mouth. “Reminding us they weren’t good enough to kill us.”

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186. “Why should what’s between my legs be considered any smarter or stupider, any worse or better? It’s all just meat, Don Tric. In the end, it’s all just food for worms.”

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187. “Silver at her throat. Stone at her feet. Iron in her heart.”

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188. “He’d been kind to her in a world where kind only came at a price. He’d given her a roof when most creeps only ever offered a bed.”

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189. “Two years is a long time. I walked a long way.”

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190. “Your past is stone, your future is clay.”

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191. “My mother teases my father, saying he can only create people, while authors can create entire worlds.”

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192. “Where do you keep the heart that’s supposed to be inside your chest?”

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193. “This is a sensationally bad idea, Ash.” “So you said. About twenty times now.” “You remember what Marielle did to Hush?” “Maw’s teeth, Corvere. When my da got tortured in the Thorn Towers of Elai, they chopped his bollocks off and fed them to the scabdogs. What’s your excuse?”

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194. “And within the computer’s innards, a spreading cancer. A self-replicating corruption. A B-pop mutiny of bass and drum and oscillating frequency. Inane quasi poetry glorifying a pointless act of intimacy.”

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195. “Do you remember that time we were acolytes and you talked me out of doing something I desperately wanted by appealing to my sensible side?” The boy tilted his head. “... NO.” “Me either.”

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196. “Nothing is where you start. Own nothing. Know nothing. Be nothing.’ ‘Why would I want to do that?’ The old man crushed out his cigarillo on the boards between them. His smile made her smile in return. ‘Because then you can do anything.”

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197. “But even the moon loved our girl too much to let her die for long.”

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198. “At the heart of it, two kinds of people live in this world or any other: those who flee and those who fight. Your kind has many terms for the latter sort. Berserker. Killer instinct. More balls than brains.”

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199. “The marrowborn legate to whom the carriage belonged stuck his head out the window to see what all the fuss was, found a girl in a shredded evening gown where his driver should’ve been. As he opened his mouth to protest, she turned and looked at him, bloodstained skin and narrowed eyes, a cat made of what might have been shadows perched on her shoulder. The man pulled his head back into the carriage without a word.”

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200. “And though you left me shattered, that does not make me broken. The pieces of me you left behind are sharp as knives. Sharp as truth. So hear it now, and know.”

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