Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Music. Close your eyes and it’s a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade. Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.”

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302. “Push the chair in too quickly or too slowly, or else sit too soon or too heavily, and misadventure ensues, perhaps even an unintended baptism of the hindquarters.”

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303. “I’m lucky I’m even alive,” she announced. “When I was little, I sucked on duck eyeballs.”

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304. “She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.”

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305. “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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306. “Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did the not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and her, mingled together, could... countervail each other?”

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307. “The ones who know can’t tell us, and the ones who tell us don’t know.”

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308. “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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309. “His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it – a city that had vanished in the mists of time.”

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310. “He had, in his hearts, declared war on the dark child, but Lazlo was no warrior, and his hearts had no talent for hate.”

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311. “And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day... , and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness.”

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312. “Anyone who would wear all white like that clearly had issues. Just looking at him made her wish she had a paintball gun, but hell, you couldn’t pack for every eventuality.”

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313. “Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.”

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314. “This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.”

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315. “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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316. “He reached for her hand and caught it – lightly – and held it. It was small, smooth, and very real. Up in the citadel, Sarai gasped. She felt the warmth of his skin on hers. A blaze of connection – or collision, as though they had long been wandering in the same labyrinth and had finally rounded the corner that would bring them face-to-face. It was a feeling of being lost and alone and then suddenly neither.”

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317. “And the space where his legend was gathering up words grew larger. Because this story was not over yet.”

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318. “It’s easy to get published once you have written a really good book and the hard part, 99 percent of what you need to worry about, is really finishing it.”

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319. “Once upon a time, chimaera descended by the thousands into a cathedral beneath the earth. And never left.”

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320. “I’ve always been a reader and a writer.”

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321. “She tasted of fairytales.”

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

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323. “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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324. “There were two mysteries, actually: one old, one new. The old one opened his mind, but it was the new one that climbed inside, turned several circle, and settled in with a grunt – like a satisfied dragon in a new cozy lair. And there it would remain – the mystery, in his mind – exhaling enigma for years to come.”

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325. “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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326. “And when her hearts resumed beating, she imagined she could feel a spill of light into the veins that carried her spirit.”

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327. “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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328. “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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329. “Life won’t just happen to you, boy,” he said. “You have to happen to it. Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.”

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330. “Here was the radical notion that you might help someone simply because they needed it.”

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331. “And what’s the point of being young if you can’t ignore all advice?” Master.”

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332. “Seventh bearer of the cursed name Akiva.” Here he paused, speculative. “No Misbegotten ever bore that name to manhood before you. Did you know that? Old Byon the steward, he gave it out of spite. Wanted your mother to beg him not to. Any other woman in the harem would have, but not Festival. ‘Scribble whatever you like on your list, old man,’ she told him. ‘My son will not be tangled in your feeble fates.’”

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333. “There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.”

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334. “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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335. “Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.”

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336. “You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!”

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337. “And there’s no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.”

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338. “She’d poured so much of herself into keeping it buried, sometimes it felt like any energy she might have had for joy or love or light went there instead. You only had so much to give.”

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339. “He’d felt this before and never wanted to feel it again. It could only diminish the memory of Madrigal; it already was. Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.”

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340. “She wore her ferocity like armor, and it was purely asexual armor. Liraz was untouchable and untouched.”

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341. “Weep slept. Dreamers dreamed. A grand moon drifted, and, and the wings of the citadel cut the sky in two: light above, dark below.”

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342. “Hope was luster, and they had shone with it like twin pearls in an oyster.”

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343. “The end of wondering, he thought, but not of wonder.”

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344. “Names have power, and he was, from infancy, associated with gold.”

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345. “The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.”

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346. “Now more than ever she struck him like a fairy in a tale – a haunted one with shadowed eyes and a sting like a scorpion.”

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347. “It was, in fact, quite difficult to lie to a hawk.”

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348. “I admit, I prefer an open mind to a closed one.”

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349. “A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.”

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350. “Every night she bore witness to what she could never have. It wasn’t living. It was torture.”

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