Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “It hadn’t occurred in the physical realm, that much was true. His hand had not touched her hand. But... his mind had touched her mind, and that seemed to him a deeper reality and even greater intimacy.”

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352. “The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion – to close a door in one’s own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering – and cause it – and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.”

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353. “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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354. “Who had ever expended so much passion on a dream, only to stand helpless as it was granted to others? Others, moreover, who had expended no passion on it at all.”

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355. “Plus, it would be fun. Don’t you think? I’ve always wanted to tase someone. Zap!” Zuzana mimicked convulsions.”

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

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

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359. “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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360. “A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?”

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361. “He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back.”

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362. “Death is permanent,” said Less Ellen, “while flesh very much is not.”

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363. “It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such.”

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364. “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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365. “It’s all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.”

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366. “She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.”

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367. “It’s not easy having a paradox at the core of one’s own being.”

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368. “We will fight for our world to the last echo of our souls.”

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369. “On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.”

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370. “For an instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desired each others destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.”

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371. “What good were bright gods who only watched from afar while dark gods strove every moment to devour you?”

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372. “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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373. “Her heart was gasping, empty. Whatever resistance had been in her, she gave it up. Her hands knew what they wanted: They wanted Akiva, the spark and heat of him. Even in the warmth of the Moroccan spring, she was cold, as if the only thing with a chance of warming her was him.”

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374. “Never sit staring at a blank page or screen. If you find yourself stuck, write. Write about the scene you’re trying to write. Writing about is easier than writing, and chances are, it will give you your way in.”

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375. “For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it.”

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376. “Humans had a genius for devising instruments of death. Their lives were so short and they seemed to value them so little, sending waves of men to clash in battlefields, then weighing victory by the piled corpses. And if they held their own lives so worthless, the lives of everything else were as fruit to pluck from trees.”

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

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378. “With his fort of books the hobgoblin had come to a smooching scene and shouted for them to pipe down.”

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379. “It is bodies that makes us real. What is a soul without eyes to look through or hand to hold?”

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380. “Inside a mist, inside a dream, a young man and woman were remade.”

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381. “Magnets collide, and swiftly align.”

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382. “One beat followed the sound, a single beat of stillness, and then chaos leapt in.”

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383. “Some kinds of misery make you hate the world, but some kinds make you hate yourself, and – butter and cheese not withstanding – Neve had no question that Spear was the latter.”

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384. “Thyon, earthbound, felt every choice he’d made, every action he’d taken as a weight he carried with him. He wondered: Was it weight he could shed or throw off, or what it forever part of him, as much as his bones or his hearts?”

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385. “She’d thought that she would do anything for them, but it had never occurred to her that “anything” might mean letting them go.”

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386. “Unlike those many dead because of him, he had life, and life wasn’t a default state – I am not dead, hence I must be alive – but a medium. For action, for effort. As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough.”

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387. “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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388. “She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.”

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389. “He’s a man, but he’s got, like, cartoon princess skin. Don’t ever tell him I said that, even though I mean it in the best possible way. He’s got the manliest cartoon princess skin.”

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390. “The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.”

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391. “It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.”

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392. “He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back. But even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself.”

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393. “You know how some people were absolutely never children, but just came from a catalog fully grown, while other people you don’t even have to squint to imagine them charging down the stairs on Christmas morning in superhero pajamas? Mik’s the latter. It’s not that he’s “boyish,” though I guess he is a little – but only a little – it’s just that there’s something direct and real and electric and pure that hasn’t been lost, the intense, undiluted emotion of childhood. Most people lose it.”

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394. “I am a link in a chain.”

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395. “Her body may have been wrought with diamonds, but her soul within will be a soft mollusk thing, wet and shrinking... and easily pushed aside.”

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396. “And... a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together.”

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397. “I’m a librarian,” he said.”

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398. “We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.”

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399. “You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?”

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400. “There was always, among them, such a stew of envy and longing. They hated the humans, but they also wanted to be them. They wanted to punish them, and they wanted to be embraced by them. To be accepted, honored, loved, like someone’s child. And since they couldn’t have any of it, it all took the form of spite. Anyone who has ever been excluded can understand what they felt, and no one has ever been quite so excluded as they.”

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