Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “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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152. “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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153. “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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154. “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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155. “I’m not a dream,” said Sarai. There was bitterness in her voice. “I’m a nightmare.”

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156. “Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately.”

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157. “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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158. “The mind is good at hiding things, but there’s something it cannot do: It can’t erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink. They hiss like serpents in tall grass.”

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159. “The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow like sharks on a soft bloom of blood. The girls with hungry eyes who pray each night to wake up as someone else. Urgent, unkissed, wishful girls. Like Kizzy.”

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160. “Live bitter, so the crows will have no taste for you when you’re dead.”

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161. “The main thing I’ve learned is that we all have to learn to work with – and appreciate – the brain we’ve been given, and not waste time wishing things were easier.”

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162. “It’s alright, you know... To love him... Please, child, do you think I don’t know you at all? I’m not going to say there is some easy future for you, or even any future at all. I only want you not to punish yourself. You’ve always felt the truth in him, then and now. Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

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163. “To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than the last.”

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164. “I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you’ll let me be in your story.”

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165. “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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166. “Because if Lazlo thought a dream could not be stolen, he underestimated Thyon Nero.”

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167. “Fairy-tale city. From the air, red rooftops hug a kink in a dark river, and by night the forested hills appear as spans of black nothing against the dazzle of the lit castle, the spiking Gothic towers, the domes great and small. The river captures all the lights and teases them out, long and wavering, and the side-slashing rain blurs it all to a dream. This was Akiva’s first sight of Prague;.”

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168. “Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.”

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169. “Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.”

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170. “It’s not stalking if you don’t follow them home, right?”

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171. “Even after all these years, the thought of Isagol the Terrible stirred such a storm in him- of rancor and longing, desire and disgust, violence and even affection- all of it seething and bleeding and writhing, like a pit of rats eating one another alive.”

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172. “But my family has always stuck to fabrication, with the idea that you can be decent at two high art forms or you can excel at one. We excel. Excellently.”

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173. “If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.”

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174. “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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175. “It was like fighting a tide, and in the fight was the same terror: of being swept into deep water, beyond all safety.”

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176. “An alien landing would unify the world, just like in a science fiction movie. But “angels” had the potential to splinter humanity into a thousand sharp shards.”

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177. “In truth, she had claim to no nationality. Her papers were all forgeries, and her accents -all except one, in her first language, which was not of human origin- were all fakes.”

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178. “Don’t I deserve to finally be free of you?”

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179. “In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil’s magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint... Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.”

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180. “No, not like bacteria, like butterflies, and some people’s butterflies react to other people’s, on a chemical level, like pheromones, so that when they’re nearby, your butterflies start to dance. They can’t help it – it’s chemical.”

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181. “It’s all very nice for Christians, yes? ‘Angels’ in Rome, ‘demons’ here. How neat, how tidy for the Western world view, and how wrong.”

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182. “I have no strategy. I just want to skip all this and get to the part where he’s my boyfriend. Not to mention, you know, the part where he’s aware I exist.”

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183. “Few will ever witness an act destined to become legend. How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night – or a life – are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.”

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184. “And I’ve found that since you can’t electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer’s eyes.”

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185. “My tiny scary friend is coming.”

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186. “There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.”

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187. “He listened like a cactus drinks the rain.”

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188. “A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one’s own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.”

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189. “The terror-the terror, the terror-lingered, and there was something else. It came with the dream, every time, and didn’t recede with it but stayed like something a tide had washed in. Something awful-a rank leviathan corpse left to rot on the shore of her mind. It was remorse. But god, that was too bloodless a word for it,. This feeling the dream left her with, it was knives of panic and horror resting bright atop a red and meaty wound-fester of guilt.”

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190. “One can’t be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.”

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191. “Strange the dreamer – library stowaway and scholar of fairy tales – had never been thirstier, or more full of wonder.”

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192. “His smiles had been pickled things, as though they’d been preserved in vinegar on some earlier occasion, to be pulled out to act as garnish to his artfully plated expressions.”

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193. “There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.”

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194. “What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?”

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195. “I hope, child, but I don’t wish. There’s a difference.”

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196. “There were crinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were merry and asquint with unselfconscious happiness. The change was profound. If he was beautiful when grave-and he was-smiling, he was nothing short of glorious.”

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197. “Dorul ei de dragoste o facea sa se simta ca un pisoi care se invartea mereu printre glezne, mieunand Mangaie-ma, mangaie-ma, uita-te la mine, iubeste-ma .”

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198. “You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock’s. Saliva. There’s DNA in saliva. You’re like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks.”

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199. “A dream, just a dream. Damn it. How had it gotten in? Lurking vulture dreams, circling, just waiting for her to nod off.”

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200. “They were tower stairs, a tight corkscrew down. The spiraling descent made Karou dizzy: down, around, down, around, hypnotic, until it seemed as if she were caught in a purgatory of stairs and would go down like this forever.”

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