Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “To take from the universe, you must give.”

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

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

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305. “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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306. “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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307. “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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308. “The ones who know can’t tell us, and the ones who tell us don’t know.”

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309. “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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310. “Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.”

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311. “They fell into the stars in a rush of air and ether. They breathed each other’s breath. They had never been this close. It was all velocity and dream physics – no more need to stand or lean or fly, but only fall. They were both already fallen. They would never finish falling. The universe was endless, and love had its own logic. Their bodies curved together, pressed, and found their perfect fit.”

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312. “Las cosas cambian. Pueden cambiarlas quienes tienen voluntad de hacerlo.”

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313. “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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314. “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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315. “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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316. “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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317. “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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318. “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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319. “It’s easy to make people cry. Grief, humiliation, anger – there are countless avenues to tears. It’s easy to make them scream, too. There are so many things to fear.”

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320. “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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321. “In all that was to happen, there would be that feeling of inevitability and rightness, and the sense that the universe was conspiring in it. It would be easy.”

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

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323. “Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?”

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324. “It wasn’t simply a question of parlors and tea trays – though there was that, too. If she were coming in reality he would be limited by reality. But dreams were a different matter. He was Strange the Dreamer. This was his realm, and there were no limits here.”

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325. “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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326. “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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327. “The end of wondering, he thought, but not of wonder.”

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328. “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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329. “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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330. “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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331. “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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332. “It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.”

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

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

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337. “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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338. “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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339. “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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340. “Feelings. Were. Stupid.”

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341. “The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion – to close a door to one’s own self and forget it was ever there.”

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

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

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345. “Magnets collide, and swiftly align.”

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346. “Lazlo couldn’t have belonged at the library more truly if he were a book himself.”

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347. “Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.”

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

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349. “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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350. “He understood in that moment that he was smaller than he had ever known, and the realm of the unknowable was bigger.”

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