Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “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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202. “He didn’t think like other people. He didn’t dismiss magic out of hand, and he didn’t believe that fairy tales were just for children. He knew magic was real, because he’d felt it.”

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203. “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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204. “It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.”

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205. “How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?”

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206. “He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.”

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207. “The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion – to close a door in one’s own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering – and cause it – and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.”

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208. “You don’t know yet what you’re capable of, but I’m willing to bet it’s extraordinary.”

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

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210. “That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It’s the fabric of all creation and it’s woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They’re seed and water and sun. They’re everything.”

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211. “Love affair. Doesn’t that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it’s a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one.”

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212. “Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one’s soul so entangled in it that you can’t let it go, even if you try. If you feel it – if you really feel it – then you speak it like it’s a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there’s blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can’t let go.”

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213. “The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.”

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214. “The goddess of dreams, she thought, if there were such a person, would wear gossamer and moonlight. No sooner did she think it than she was it. Her skin let off a subtle glow. Her dress floated like evaporating mist, and a corona of stars and fireflies perched on her red-brown hair.”

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215. “Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.”

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216. “A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.”

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217. “For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.”

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218. “The iguana was not invited.”

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219. “With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.”

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220. “Everyone else had managed to pick up the tatters and mend them into wearable lives. Why couldn’t he?”

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221. “He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again...”

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

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223. “You think good people can’t hate?” she asked. “You think good people don’t kill?”

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224. “Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.”

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225. “If it’s not chocolate, it’s not breakfast.”

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226. “We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other’s destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.”

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227. “To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.”

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228. “And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.”

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229. “Her lips were still moving, whispering the same words over and over. “They were all I could carry. They were all I could carry.”

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230. “Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.”

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231. “He dreamed of deserts and great empty cities and imagined he could feel the minutes and hours of his life running through him, as though he were nothing but an hourglass of flesh and bone.”

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232. “The tattered lace of darkness still hung over the city, as if night were a grim bride trudging to the horizon, trailing her shadowy train.”

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233. “It wasn’t even an alternate version of his life. He hadn’t gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it’s enough to start doing things differently now.”

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234. “Those seraphim who escaped into the neighbor world Eretz managed to hold the portal closed, and they held it to this day, pouring their strength into shoring up their sky to keep the darkness at bay. A bold young queen in that distant world was even now training a legion of angels and chimaera to battle the darkness and hopefully destroy it. But that’s another story.”

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235. “His warmth was like a gift given and snatched away, and she stood there with her back to the window, feeling chilled, bereft, and undone. And angry. It was a childish, cartoonish anger- facing Akiva, she had wanted to beat her fists at his chest and then fall against him and feel his arms close around her.”

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236. “Let’s just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren’t going to eat us, are they?” No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, “I don’t think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?” She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. “That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.”

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237. “A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.”

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238. “Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you’re trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.”

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239. “Peace is more than the absence of war.”

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240. “Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.”

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241. “Pentru ca, dintre toate lucrurile de pe lume, aceasta era dorul ei cel mai mare de orfana : dragostea.”

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242. “The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.”

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243. “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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244. “Plants... dreamed they were birds... and they found rich soil and sweet seas and plants that dreamed they were birds and drifted up to the clouds on leaves like wings.”

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245. “Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision.”

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246. “What she had shared with Akiva could not be touched by shame. Madrigal lifted her voice to say, “We dreamed together of the world remade.”

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247. “The goddess of assassins has tasted my blood, he thought, and he wondered if she liked it, and wanted more.”

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248. “Like nightmares, dreams were insidious things, and didn’t like being locked away.”

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249. “It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.”

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250. “None of us became monks to be nursemaids.” To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, “And none of us became children to be orphans.” But.”

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