Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “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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302. “Gods of math and physics,” she intoned, “I accept your gift of this clever, fair-haired boy.”

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303. “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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304. “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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305. “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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306. “Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.”

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

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309. “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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310. “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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311. “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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312. “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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313. “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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314. “It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.”

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315. “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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316. “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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317. “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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318. “And the space where his legend was gathering up words grew larger. Because this story was not over yet.”

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319. “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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320. “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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321. “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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322. “The end of wondering, he thought, but not of wonder.”

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323. “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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324. “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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325. “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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326. “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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327. “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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328. “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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329. “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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330. “It was like dying, but without the consolation of oblivion.”

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331. “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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332. “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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333. “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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334. “The ones who know can’t tell us, and the ones who tell us don’t know.”

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

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

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338. “Magnets collide, and swiftly align.”

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

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

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

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342. “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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343. “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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344. “Here was the radical notion that you might help someone simply because they needed it.”

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

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346. “As to having a preference, that was new too. You take what you’re given and you’re grateful for it. Once that message is well and truly ingrained in you, it feels like vainglory to imagine one’s own likes and dislikes could matter to other people.”

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

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348. “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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349. “Staring at herself in the mirror, she found that she’d lost the ability to see herself through her own eyes. She was only what humans would see. Not a girl or a woman or someone in between. They wouldn’t see her loneliness or fear or courage, let alone her humanity. They would see only obscenity. Calamity.”

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350. “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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