Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.”

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102. “She might have lived her life in this effulgence of mountain light.”

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103. “There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows – only Lazlo Strange in his worn gray robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told. Or. No story yet told.”

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104. “There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it’s hurtling forward-toward what?”

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105. “And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not – they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.”

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106. “I have scuppies in my pocket and lust in my heart. Tonight’s the night.”

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107. “Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.”

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108. “Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

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109. “Cats and ghosts both partook of the saucers of milk and that was okay. They consumed different parts of it: the cats its substance, the ghosts its essence, and none went to waste.”

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110. “It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it’s tethered by the leg, and freedom is only an illusion.”

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111. “Zuzana arched an eyebrow. She was a master of the eyebrow arch, and Karou envied her for it. Her own eyebrows did not function independently of each other, which handicapped her expressions of suspicion and disdain.”

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112. “The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?”

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113. “I would have chosen you, if they had let me choose.”

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114. “Karou’s smile was pure; she was happy to give happiness.”

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115. “If you’re afraid of your own dreams, you’re welcome here in mine.”

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116. “He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn’t sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself.”

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117. “And I suppose all the wishes come true,” Minya said, sarcastic. “Of course not, silly girl,” Suheyla retorted. She had not grown up in an era of optimism, but that didn’t mean they’d lived without dreams. “Wishes don’t just come true. They’re only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bull’s-eye yourself.”

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118. “As for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths – intrusions of reality into fantasy, like toast crumbs on a wizard’s beard.”

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119. “People are our safe places. I have one: a person who’s a home and a world to me.”

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120. “Of course,” said Mik, without missing a beat. “However, as cool a word as samurai is, I don’t think it’s what we really mean. We just want to be able to kick ass, right?” “Well, definitely don’t phrase it that way. We’d probably just become highly skilled at kicking people in the ass. Don’t turn your back on them,” she intoned. “They never miss.”

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121. “She keeps her eyes closed but smiles, giving herself away. “Shush, I’m having a dream.” “It’s not a dream. It’s all real.” “How would you know? You’re not even in it.” She feels playful, heavy with happiness. With rightness. “I’m in all of them,” he says. “It’s where I live now.”

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122. “And none of us became children to be orphans.”

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123. “She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.”

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124. “Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.”

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125. “Strange the dreamer,” they called him. “That dreamer, Strange.”

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126. “If there is a sphere where ‘angels’ dwell, is it a matter of semantics, whether we choose to call it Heaven?”

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127. “Good people do all the things bad people do, Lazlo. It’s just that when they do them, they call it justice.”

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128. “I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don’t step on the small girl’ kind of way.”

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129. “He didn’t believe in magic and demons. He believed in day and night, endurance and fury, cold mud and loneliness and the speed with which blood leaves the body.”

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130. “Scientist and smart fellow learner-of-stuff, want to do samurai-monster training with us? We intend to become dangerous.”

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131. “She just kept it to herself, as she kept so many things to herself.”

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132. “The two of them were stoic and stone-faced and ten feet apart, currently not even looking at each other, but Zuzana had the impression of a pair of magnets pretending not to be magnets. Which, you know, only works until it doesn’t.”

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133. “To be one of a pair of bodies that knew that melting fusion. To reach and find. To be and reached for and found. To belong to a mutual certainty. To wake up holding hands.”

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134. “There’s a long pause. But it’s not a bad pause, because Mik is looking at me like I’m the treasure from the high shelf that someone’s just taken down and put into his hands. I find I don’t mind being looked at like this. I don’t mind it at all.”

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135. “Here, captured between covers, was the history of the human imagination, and nothing had ever been more beautiful, or fearsome, or bizarre. Here were spells and curses and myths and legends, and Strange the dreamer had for so long fed his mind on them that if one could wander into it, they would discover a fantasia.”

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136. “It seemed like just another Monday, innocent but for its essential Mondayness, not to mention its Januaryness. It was cold, and it was dark – in the dead of winter the sun didn’t rise until eight – but it was also lovely. The falling snow and the early hour conspired to paint Prague ghostly, like a tintype photograph, all silver and haze.”

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137. “She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that’s what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.”

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138. “The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around.”

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139. “She was like springtime distilled into a person.”

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140. “It seemed she was in a cathedral – if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.”

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141. “The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it shattered, it would never come back together again.”

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142. “The way he looked at her, she felt like some kind of miracle, as though his dreamer’s eyes cast her in their glow of wonder.”

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143. “Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.”

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144. “Your entire being can become a scream. At the edge of a hurled knife, that fast. Karou’s did. She wasn’t flesh and blood in that instant but only air rushing in to gather for a scream that might never end.”

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145. “When all else fails: explosions.”

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146. “One world on its own is a strange enough seethe of coiling, unknowable veins of intention and chance, but two? Where two worlds mingle breath through rips in the sky, the strange becomes stranger, and many things may come to pass that few imaginations could encompass.”

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147. “It’s like all my life I’ve been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I’m not a tower at all. I’m a lighthouse. It’s like waking up. I am incandescent.”

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148. “He looked him right in the eyes and saw a man who was great and good and human, who had done extraordinary things and terrible things and been broken and reassembled as a shell, only then to do the bravest thing of all: He had kept on living, though there are easier paths to take.”

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149. “He led, and Ziri knew firsthand how his fearlessness spread like wildfire in the fray. It was what made him great.”

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150. “The library knows its own mind,” old Master Hyrrokkin told him, leading him back up the secret stairs. “When it steals a boy, we let it keep him.”

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