Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.”

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252. “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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253. “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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254. “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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255. “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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256. “Then there were things – epic, terrible things – that he didn’t tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.”

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257. “Sometimes a moment is so remarkable that it carves out a space in time and spins there, while the world rushes on around it. This was one such.”

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258. “These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went. In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.”

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259. “Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul’s salvation.”

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260. “And Esme remembered in a rush – the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.”

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261. “Her wish that first time was simple, focused, and passionate: that she would see him again. Believing she was the only way she could bring herself to leave.”

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262. “He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn’t sleep at all.”

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263. “To take from the universe, you must give.”

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264. “It was the first time either of them had ever held another’s hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined – as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.”

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

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266. “Love makes a person do strange things.”

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267. “The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.”

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268. “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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269. “He hoped at least that Lazlo saw how foolish it all was. Sarai wasn’t like that. Lazlo was lucky. Well, Sarai was dead, so not lucky lucky.”

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270. “There was some new quiet in her, but it didn’t shrink or wilt her. Rather, it seemed to enlarge her. She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be, but a woman in full command of her power, unbowed and unbroken, and that was a dangerous thing.”

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271. “When I turned to writing fantasy, and writing for young people, it was joyous. It was like discovering an underground lake of ideas that went on forever.”

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272. “I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.”

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273. “His soul had flown on ahead of his body and left it stranded.”

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274. “Without his books, Lazlo felt as though a vital link to his dream had been cut.”

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275. “When he started to renew his protest, she held up a hand. “What are you more afraid of: them or me with low blood sugar?”

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276. “Gods of math and physics,” she intoned, “I accept your gift of this clever, fair-haired boy.”

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277. “Once upon a time, there had been gods. Now there were only children going about in their dead parents’ undergarments.”

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278. “Karou was, simply, lovely. Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Beyond merely pretty, her face was vibrantly alive, her gaze always sparking and luminous, and she had a birdlike way of cocking her head, her lips pressed together while her dark eyes danced, that hinted at secrets and mysteries.”

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279. “After the week she’d had, she wanted to go to the cafe and sink into a couch, gossip and laugh and sketch and drink tea and make up for lost normal.”

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280. “To his dismay, it sounded as out of place in this somber laboratory as the book looked out of place, and he found himself rushing to keep ahead of his growing mortification, which only made it sound wilder and more foolish the faster he went. “You.”

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281. “And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.”

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282. “There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has comforted a sufferer knows it – the helpless tenderness, the embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy, pain.”

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283. “On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.”

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284. “His hope was like an intake of icy air – it hurt – and just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In an instant he was hot and cold with it, his hands clenching into fists so tight they burned. A flare of adrenaline coursed through him and left him shaking, and it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her, and for the fleeting flash of an instant, he felt relief. Followed by crushing disappointment and self-loathing for what his reaction had been.”

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285. “Karou saw them with her human eyes, this army she had rendered more monstrous than ever nature had, and she knew what the world would see in them if they flew to fight the Dominion: demons, nightmares, evil. The sight of the seraphim would be heralded as a miracle. But chimaera? The apocalypse.”

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286. “Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.”

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287. “Our priestesses have always taught that divinity, by virtue of its great power, must encompass both beauty and terror.”

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288. “Never before had time seemed so like currency, each moment a coin that could be well- or ill-spent, or even, if one wasn’t careful, wasted and lost.”

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289. “It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.”

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290. “Thank you to the world for being a wild and inspiring place, full of odd creatures, strange people, and mysterious cities. I hope by and by to know you better.”

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291. “He wasn’t an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.”

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292. “Cake for later, cake as a way of life.”

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293. “I wasn’t there to protect you,” he said. “I should never have left you there with him – ” “I protected myself,” Karou cut in.”

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294. “The thing about having friends who are as close as blood, as true as your own heart, as the twins had been to her, is you don’t bother much with other people. And if you have the misfortune to get left behind, well, you’ve made yourself a lonely nest to live in.”

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295. “It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented.”

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296. “She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.”

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297. “It’s the fuel for everything our people have done to each other since the beginning. That’s what makes peace seem impossible. How can you blame someone for wanting to kill the killer of their loved ones? How can you fault people for what they do in grief?”

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298. “She hadn’t known she was crushed until she wasn’t, and she didn’t know she was fragmented until she became whole.”

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299. “No, I have to lure him out, like a will-o’-the-wisp, tease him deeper and deeper into the forest until he is lost and doomed. Without the forest or the doom – just the luring. Like a Venus flytrap that says I am a delicious flower come taste me and then snap! Devour. Without the devouring.”

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300. “He blushed, abashed. “I’m sorry.” “I’m going to impose a fine on apologies,” she said. “I didn’t like to mention it last night, but today is your new beginning. Ten silver every time you say you’re sorry.” Lazlo laughed, and had to bite his tongue before apologizing for apologizing. “It was trained into me,” he said. “I’m helpless.”

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