Top 350 Kiersten White Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Images of being empress next to Mehmed haunted her when she closed her eyes. It was the worst part of everything, knowing that, on some level, she wanted that much power, even at that cost.”

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252. “You bet I’m trouble.”

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253. “You’re pretty much everything I’ve thought of for a while now.”

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254. “Every time Radu thought he had found a place in the world, the world changed around him, and once again he was left alone.”

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255. “Women truly were the stronger gender. All the subtle games they had to play, the way they teased power from those around them! She had much to learn there.”

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256. “The way his eyes widened showed that, at last, he realized her threat had not been idle.”

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257. “I get that you’re scared and that you’ve been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.′ His words hit me in the gut and my head spins. He’s right. I’ve been choosing alone because it’s safe and easy. It doesn’t mean that I’m stronger or smarter than everyone else. Just that I’m... scared. I’m letting all of the hurt I’ve had over the last few years keep me from moving forward.”

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258. “Lada nodded. But here, in this sweltering cell, far from her people and her land, she did not feel like a dragon. For the first time in a long time, she felt like a girl. It terrified her. Because there was nothing in the world more vulnerable to be than a girl.”

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259. “This was not a love he had heard of, this was not a love sung by poets, celebrated in stories.”

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260. “Even mountains do not want to be unmade.”

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261. “Wallachia was not her mother. Wallachia did not care what happened to her. And every single person who might have was either dead or trying to kill her.”

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262. “If you ever try that again,” I say, taking a sip of chocolate to wet my suddenly parched throat, “I will beat you silly with your own cane.”

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263. “Hatred makes monsters of all of us.”

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264. “She would never be the best Janissary, because she would never be a Janissary. She could never be powerful on her own, because she would always be a woman.”

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265. “What’s wrong? You look as though someone has died. Oh, no, someone has, haven’t they?”

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266. “But the mattress was soft and the blankets warm. Thus every small animal is lulled into security.”

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267. “They revolved around her as though she were the Earth, and they were the adoring but distant sun and moon and stars. It was a type of magic in and of itself.”

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268. “Oh relax.” I waved my hand dismissively. “If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he’s been a perfect gentleman.”

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269. “Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.”

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270. “There was nothing in the world as magical and terrifying as a girl on the cusp of womanhood.”

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271. “But people don’t need to remember how it felt to be happy and safe in the past. They need to have hope that they can get there again in the future.”

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272. “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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273. “Everything had changed. And nothing had. She was still choosing Wallachia over them. Radu was still supporting Mehmed. And Mehmed was still demanding they both be his. The stakes had just gotten higher.”

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274. “What exactly does a friend do?”

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275. “He respected them, and he hated them, and he knew the world would be lesser for their deaths.”

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276. “He clapped delightedly and stood. “Here you are!” “Where are we?” Lada asked. “In my chambers!” “And who are you, to earn such esteem from the devil?” Radu elbowed her. The boy’s smile turned wicked. “Why, I am the son of the devil himself. Mehmed the Second, son of Murad.”

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277. “She took the flower. “Thank you,” she whispered. Relief and gratitude swelled in her. Mordred was on her side. Guinevere tucked the flower beneath her dress, against her heart, where it would be both secret and safe.”

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278. “Knowing where I came from didn’t change who I was.”

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279. “There’s another way out there, and no matter what, I’m going to find it. If I’m Slayer, my choice is to use everything I’ve been given to protect those I love and to protect those I’ll never even know.”

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280. “Her voice is as casual as a knife in the gut.”

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281. “Belief is not weakness. Faith is the greatest strength we can have.”

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282. “You.” Vlad pointed at Lada. “Come out. Now.” She did, still watching the door Vasilissa had disappeared through. “I am your father. But that woman is not your mother. Your mother is Wallachia. Your mother is the very earth we go to now, the land I am prince of. Do you understand?” Lada looked up into her father’s eyes, deep-set and etched with years of cunning and cruelty. She nodded, then held out her hand. “The daughter of Wallachia wants her knife back.” Vlad smiled and gave it to her.”

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283. “Lada remembered that one. She only really cared for the old stories, the ones about battles and lions and armies. She had no use for Jesus with his parables and healing. She liked the wrathful god, the god of vengeance and war.”

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284. “And that was why she would win in the end. Because she would offer up everything on the altar of sacrifice, so long as she kept her country.”

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285. “There you are, darling. So sorry I’m late.”

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286. “He was no longer a lost little boy in a strange new city. Now he was a lost man in a broken old city, and no amount of prayers and kindness could undo what had been done.”

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287. “He mapped my own veins with his fingers, plotting the course of my heart.”

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288. “And how do you find the school?” he asks. “Well, seeing as it’s always in the same location, it’s never very difficult to find.”

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289. “You can’t stop what’s inside you. If you fight it, it’ll win. Figure out how to live with it, how to direct it instead of letting it drag you in its current. And only you can do that.”

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290. “I kiss him, and I am reborn.”

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291. “I thought I’d learn a few new words, but the men were too shocked to even swear this time.”

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292. “I have met your sister, and I have met Mehmed. They love themselves and their ambition above all else. They love what feeds their ambition, and when it stops feeding that, the love will turn to hate with more passion than either could ever love with. You love with all your heart, Radu, and deserve someone who can answer that with all of theirs.”

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293. “I won. That is all that matters.” With a scream, Lada twisted herself up and bit her father’s hand. “God’s wounds!” He dropped her on the floor. She tucked into a ball, rolled out of his reach, then crouched, baring her teeth at him. The nurse cringed, waiting for Vlad to fly into a rage and beat Lada. Or beat her for her failure to keep Lada tame and docile. Instead, he laughed. “My daughter is feral.”

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294. “She would walk into that tent, and she would stab her first friend, her first lover, her only true equal through the heart. She did not want to, she found. But she would do it anyway. It was what Wallachia needed, what it demanded, and Wallachia came before Mehmed. It always would. It had to.”

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295. “Not seeing, however, is just as telling as seeing.”

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296. “Arthur felt as though he were being read like a book, and wondered whether this girl would like his story.”

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297. “And there – when he smiles, his whole faces lights up. It’s like his other expressions are placeholders.”

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298. “Did he know everything, too? Were none of her humiliations private?”

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299. “He was not sure. Or at least there was no way for him to be sure. But he could not imagine that Lada would die alone and in secret. Or that she could be dead and he would not somehow know. Surely her death would be marked by something. A comet. A great hole opening in the earth. A tempest, a flood, a fire. A force such as Lada could not depart this world without leaving one last mark.”

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300. “So many cities in America exist in defiance of the land they were built on.”

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