Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “A man once said, ‘All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.’ Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.”

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202. “Love that sets forth the soul like springtime and ripens it like summer. Love as rarely exists in reality, as if a master alchemist has taken it and distilled out all the impurities, every petty disenchantment, every unworthy thought, into a perfect elixir, sweet and deep and all-consuming.”

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203. “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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204. “El Amor es un Elemento. – Akiva.”

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

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

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

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210. “The iguana was not invited.”

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

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

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215. “Have you drowned stars like they were babies in a bath? I ended the First Age, and I’ll end the second, too.”

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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. “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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218. “He’d had to watch Madrigal die, and he hadn’t understood the fervor – the ecstasy – of the crowd. He hadn’t understood why the only one who mourned her was the enemy, driven to his knees and bloody from torture.”

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219. “She was young and lovely and surprised and dead. She was also blue. Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring – not summer – sky.”

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220. “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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221. “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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222. “Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.”

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223. “It’s the mind. It’s the most complex and astonishing thing there is, that there’s a world inside each of us that no one else can ever know or see or visit.”

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224. “Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.”

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225. “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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226. “Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.”

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227. “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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228. “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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229. “It was only an illusion, but a perfect illusion.”

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230. “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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231. “What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away...”

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232. “No era tiempo para enamorarse.”

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

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

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

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

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

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239. “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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240. “There is unique pleasure in introducing the bizarre and inconceivable to others.”

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241. “The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.”

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

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

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244. “But the roots of their hate and fear were too deep, and Lazlo saw hints of revulsion as their confusion smeared one feeling into the next.”

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245. “Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.”

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246. “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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247. “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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248. “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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249. “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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250. “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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