Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “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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252. “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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253. “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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254. “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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255. “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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256. “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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257. “His soul had flown on ahead of his body and left it stranded.”

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

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

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

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

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264. “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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265. “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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266. “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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267. “And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.”

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

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

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272. “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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273. “No era tiempo para enamorarse.”

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

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276. “The youth are the spoils of war.”

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277. “Wasn’t that what religions did? Squint at one another and declare, ‘My unprovable belief is better than your unprovable belief. Suck it.”

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

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

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281. “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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282. “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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283. “To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last. Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.”

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284. “A person could be driven mad by hate. It was a force as destructive as any Mesarthim gift, and harder to end than a god. The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.”

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285. “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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286. “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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287. “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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288. “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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289. “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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290. “Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn’t she be that cat?”

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291. “Skathis might have been an artist, but he’d been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.”

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292. “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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293. “I’ve never liked to call it that,” cut in Thyon – softly, like a confession. “It’s bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.”

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294. “Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium – a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.”

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295. “I started blogging in 2006 when I had sold my first novel but it had not yet been published, in those anxious months in between while I learned the whole process.”

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296. “It was like dying, but without the consolation of oblivion.”

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297. “There, there,” consoled Lazlo. “You’re a very fierce warrior. Don’t cry. You’re terrifying.”

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298. “There were some piled furs in the corner, but they were gross and old, and Zuzana was pretty sure that a variety of otherworldly vermin were living out rich, multigenerational sagas in them.”

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299. “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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300. “It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.”

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