Top 350 Kiersten White Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “We do not need a dark queen when we have so much darkness within ourselves.”

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152. “I am the ocean. I am the yacht in the middle of the ocean. I am nothing. I am flames.”

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153. “Why’s the faerie so obsessed with you anyway? You’re not that cute.”

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154. “I think,” Guinevere said, making her voice as light and breezy as the summer day around them, “I have found my new preferred form of transportation. I will never walk again. Nor shall I ride horses. I want to be carried everywhere by a king.”

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155. “The Lady of the Lake... ” His voice went distant, and a spike of jealousy pierced Guinevere. Because here, finally, she saw what Arthur looked like when he longed for something.”

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156. “I am never in the dark when I am protecting you.”

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157. “He would die on the wall tonight, between his brothers and his enemies, because he could no longer distinguish between the two. They had finally come to the end. Whichever side won, neither would triumph.”

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158. “If we were not pushing, fighting, claiming what is ours and challenging what is not yet ours, others would be doing it to us. It is the way of the world. You can be the aggressor, you can fight against crusaders on their own land, or you can stay at home and wait for them to come to you. And they would come. They would come with fire, with disease, with swords and blood and death. Weakness is an irresistible lure.”

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159. “Lada amused herself by lying on her back, throwing a knife straight up to try to snag an apple. Sometimes she did. Sometimes the knife came back down and nearly stabbed her. She was equally entertained by both outcomes.”

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160. “But the past holds her secrets dear, and try as I may, I cannot coax them out of her.”

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161. “I’d tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.”

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162. “Then the other door opened. I wen’t rigid. If I had thought Reth’s was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a pond. I hadn’t seen many souls, but I knew this one was special. I wanted it. I needed it.”

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163. “Well, are you ready, Lada Dragwlya, daughter of the dragon?” Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country. This was hers. Not because of her father. Not because of Mehmed. Because the land itself had claimed her as its own. “Not Dragwlya,” she said. “Lada Dracul. I am no longer the daughter of the dragon.” She lifted her chin, sights set on the horizon. “I am the dragon.”

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164. “She would never admit it to Nicolae, could barely admit it to herself, but she would stay for Mehmed. She would stay for the way she felt when his mouth or eyes were on her. And she would stay for the power it gave her.”

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165. “Radu had practiced the poem so often he could recite it in his sleep. He had stolen shiny bits from famous Arabic poems, gathering them like a raven to line his own nest. The language was dense and flowery, hyperbolic in the extreme. Murad listened, enraptured, as his reign was likened to the ocean and his posterity a mighty river.”

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166. “Though Radu did not like the intense heat of the foundry, he visited as often as he could. And it was a good thing he had come back when he did. Urbana was screaming in Hungarian at several confused workers. Radu jumped in as a translator, though he left out most of what she said. He did not think telling the workers that they were “more useless than the rotting carcasses of a thousand dead dogs” would help morale.”

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167. “I let my face go blank and nodded slowly. “Yes. The trolls. Back. With me. Cannot form. Complete sentences.” I shook my head. “Yeah, so not happening.”

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168. “I have to keep you safe,” he whispered, Arthur once again.”

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169. “I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.”

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170. “You are a different person when you are outside,” Mordred said.”

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171. “Do not thank me. All I did was teach them to fear me. How does that help you? Next time you hit first, you hit harder, you make certain that your name means fear and pain. I will not be here to save you again.”

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172. “Guinevere realized with a start that what she missed most about Mordred was the sense that he saw her. In every room, in every situation, he had seen her first and foremost.”

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173. “There are other ways to beat someone than with fists.”

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174. “I would lie silent and still, like a corpse, as he studied me. His careful, delicate hands explored all the bones and tendons, the muscles and tracings of veins that make up a person. “But where is Elizabeth?” he would ask, his ear against my heart. “Which part makes you?” I had no answer, and neither did he.”

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175. “I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see Mr. Keane today. I will be her friend, while plotting to either betray her if she’s untrustworthy for the company, or be betrayed by her if I slip up and she sees thoughts she shouldn’t. Best friends.”

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176. “She would never be able to stop fighting. Even victories that should be hers would be taken from her by faithless men. They would forever choose each other instead of her – choose treaties and tradition over a genuine chance for change.”

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177. “I don’t dislike them, nor do I like them. I’ve never understood why one must love children simply because they are children. I don’t love people because they are people; in fact, I rarely like any people at all. If a child is somehow deserving of admiration, I certainly won’t deny it, but why hand it out like candy on Queen’s Day?”

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178. “To Radu, my brother, I do not acknowledge your new title, nor Mehmed’s. Tell the lying coward I send no congratulations. He sent none to me when I took my throne in spite of him. You did not choose right. Tell Mehmed Wallachia is mine. With all defiance, Lada Dracul, Prince of Wallachia.”

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179. “He had imagined Constantinople, had wanted it for Mehmed. It had been simple and straightforward. But now he knew the true cost of things, the murky horrors of the distance between wanting something and getting it.”

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180. “Mordred ever seemed to burn.”

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181. “A heart did not have to be stone to be strong.”

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182. “Radu had never really noticed Cyprian’s mouth before, but for some reason he could not look away from it now. With.”

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183. “I opened the door and Lend smiled. ‘They look better on you.’ ‘Wow, they must look just awful on you then.’ I smiled back.”

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184. “She had always thought getting married would be the death of her. She had not expected that fear to be realized quite so literally.”

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185. “Weakness is an irresistible lure.”

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186. “Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.”

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187. “It felt like fighting. It felt like falling. It felt like dying.”

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188. “It was wrong, this weighing and measuring lives as though they were coins that could be spent or saved. He longed to be free of it all, to live among men seeing everyone as his brother, to view no one as his enemy.”

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189. “Being a Dracul had cost him so much. He had thought he was done paying for the blood that ran through his veins. But he would never be done. The price of being in his family was everything he held dear, taken from him over and over again. They were the dragons. The devils. There was no mercy in them or for them.”

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190. “In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.”

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191. “There was good, and there was evil, but there was so much space between the two.”

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192. “Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country.”

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193. “Bogdan screamed as Lada – Ladislav, now five, refused to answer to her full name – bit down on his thigh. He punched her. She bit harder, and he cried for help. “If she wants to eat your leg, she is allowed,” the nurse said. “Quit screaming or I will let her eat your supper, too.”

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194. “Christmas Eve is my favorite... I think the anticipation is more fun than anything else. I kind of lost that. The idea that something – food, traditions, an arbitrary date on the calendar – can be special because we decide it should be. We make it special. Not just for ourselves, but for others.”

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195. “The flock of birds always living in her chest these days had been startled. They flund themselves against the confines of her ribs, beating and flapping in a frenzy inside of her.”

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196. “Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.”

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197. “Lada had always known exactly what shape she would take. She had never let it be determined by the people around her. But Radu could not escape the need for love, the need for people in his life to help him see what he should – and could – be. Lada shaped herself in spite of her environment. Radu shaped himself because of it.”

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198. “Can’t he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else’s girlfriend?”

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199. “Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?”

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200. “How unfortunate that nature was both the most peaceful and the most dangerous place possible. But that was its duality. It gave life and it took it, provided and withheld, offered beauty and danger in equal measure. Camelot was safe and ordered and structured, so many things put in place to separate people from nature. Roofs and walls. Pipes for water. Swords with men to wield them. The separation was a protection but also a loss.”

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