Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “One beat followed the sound, a single beat of stillness, and then chaos leapt in.”

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

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

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355. “Magnets collide, and swiftly align.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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363. “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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364. “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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365. “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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366. “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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367. “Plus, it would be fun. Don’t you think? I’ve always wanted to tase someone. Zap!” Zuzana mimicked convulsions.”

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

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369. “He has gotten very tired of everyone thinking the worst of him. He has decided to actively encourage them to do so. It is his perverse notion of amusement, you see.”

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370. “I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm’s length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It’s intolerable.”

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371. “I might try that one thing, you know, that thing people do when their eyes get all wet and stupid – what’s it called? Crying? Or NOT. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won’t punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.”

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372. “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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373. “Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light.”

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

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

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

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

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379. “It was Kizzy’s first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.”

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

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

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383. “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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384. “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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385. “What good were bright gods who only watched from afar while dark gods strove every moment to devour you?”

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386. “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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387. “Feelings. Were. Stupid.”

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388. “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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389. “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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390. “Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?”

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

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

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

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394. “So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness – self-preservation of an uglier stripe. And thus did they harden themselves, by choosing to meet hate with hate.”

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395. “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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396. “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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397. “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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398. “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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399. “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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400. “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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