Top 500 Laini Taylor Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “So Sarai gave in to the scream that night, and the dark things within her took wing. They came boiling out between her lips, and they weren’t demons after all, but moths.”

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402. “Why should we have to disappear just because men are animals?”

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403. “Many fists against fewer, perhaps, but the fewer have magic.”

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404. “Life doesnt need magic to be magical.”

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405. “So what,’ said Zuzana. ‘They had to be pretty stupid butterflies to fall for him anyway. You’ll grow new ones with more sense. New wise butterflies.”

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406. “She was young and lovely and surprised and dead.”

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407. “Well,” Loraz said, her voice as dry as the rest of her was not. “At least you still have clothes on.”

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408. “In the darkness behind their shut lids they all saw the same thing: no color at all, only loss like a hole torn in the world.”

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409. “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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410. “It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.”

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411. “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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412. “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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413. “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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414. “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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415. “She looked at him, beautiful Kazimir whose smile used to work on her like a summons, compelling her to his side.”

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416. “She gave the words back to him, murmuring, and kept them, too. You could do that: Give them back and keep them. “I love you” is generous that way.”

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417. “This was a game that kill could not win – or, if it did, it would be an unbearable win that destroyed the very meaning of winning.”

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418. “There is intimacy in pain.”

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419. “In the thick of play, his daydreams were so vivid that a glimpse of reality would have shocked him.”

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420. “And if redemption was self-serving, coming as it did ribbon-tied to what he wanted most in life? For once, Akiva’s shame wouldn’t rise to the bait. He wanted what he’d always wanted, and he’d better just say it, his own worries and fears be damned.”

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

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422. “What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream.”

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423. “I think they both have to be lucky. It’s like, luck friction. One’s flint and one’s steel, striking together to make fire.”

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424. “Like a star in the cupped hands of night.”

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425. “Karou wasn’t a prize to win; that wasn’t why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life. He was here to do what he could, whatever he could, that she might have a life to choose, one day. Whoever and whatever that included was her own affair.”

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426. “All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.”

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427. “He’d sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.”

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428. “Feelings. Were. Stupid.”

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429. “There was a sensations in his hearts, though, as a stirring of embers. There was fire in him. It wasn’t smothered, only banked, but it would burn like the wings of the seraphim before this was over.”

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430. “How people love to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You’re no better than us. You’re nothing special.”

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431. “Liraz was special. Specially antisocial. Spectacularly, even.”

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432. “There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.”

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433. “The worst moment of one’s life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.”

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434. “Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? I’ve seen things, angel. There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill thier own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don’t they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work! And the worst part is, it’s almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. Almost.” He gave Akiva a keen look.“But it can be done, if ever... if ever you decide to go looking for yours.”

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435. “They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.”

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436. “So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness – self-preservation of an uglier stripe.”

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437. “We only get to be one person; we don’t even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.”

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438. “No, tiny violent one.”

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439. “Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into kiss preparedness mode way too early, to the detriment of things like speech, and walking.”

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440. “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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441. “You have more to live for than you know.”

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442. “You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you don’t. You just don’t.”

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443. “He moved through his mind with the assuredness of an explorer and the grace of a poet.”

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444. “It didn’t escape Karou’s notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.”

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445. “That was what had finally broken through her blindness. Her father had saved his people and destroyed himself. As strong as he looked, inside he was a ruin, or perhaps a funeral pyre, like the Cusp- only instead of melted bones of ijji, he was made up of the skeletons of babies and children, including, as he had always believed, his own child: her. This was his remorse.”

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446. “Karou loved Zuzana for her willingness to play out such silliness on a long kite string.”

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447. “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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448. “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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449. “When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.”

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450. “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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