Top 500 Lauren Roberts Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “Her name is on a list of the dead.”

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452. “We hold each other, strangers connected by a mutual love.”

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453. “I falter at the sight of my fingers. Twisted and broken and useless. The pain is paralyzing.”

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454. “But, today, I am no one. Today, I simply get to be with who should have been.”

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455. “The task of stealing as many bands as possible seems fairly simple; that is, if you can survive in the forest for a week. But I read between the lines of the poem. They are forcing us to fight one another.”

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456. “It seems the Slummer taught you some manners. How ironic.” “Don’t, Blair,” I warn. “So will you share her with Kitt the rest of your life? Or find another Ordinary on the streets?”

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457. “I’m less haunted, but far from healed. I suppose even trauma gets tired of its endless tormenting, if only for a little while.”

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458. “Tears cloud my vision, one of them slipping down my cheek when our mouths meet. He holds me gently, his kiss soft enough to shatter every wall within me. I crumble in his arms. Nothing has ever tasted as sweet as the silent promise on his lips. You are my inevitable.”

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459. “What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”

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460. “Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.”

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461. “Darling, I doubt that the sight of someone dying would affect me as much as you do alive and well.”

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462. “He makes me happy, for whatever absurdly odd reason. He’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, but perhaps something equivalent to moonlight. Mysterious and unnerving. Equally as beautiful, yet, soft enough to stare at.”

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463. “And that is why you will be ruling the country,” I say simply, “while I’ll be fighting on the battlefield, distracting the enemy with my dashing good looks.” “Are you saying I couldn’t distract the enemy with my own dashing good looks?” Kitt asks through his deep laughter, feigning offense. “I’m saying that we are only half brothers, so I’m afraid that means you only have half my charms.”

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464. “He’s several steps from me now, though his eyes are still locked on mine. “Oh, and darling?” “Paedyn.” “You were right.” He takes another step backward. I huff out a sigh. “I’m not sure I should even listen to what you’re about to say since you didn’t address me by my name, which is – ” “Paedyn,” the sound of my name from his lips cuts me off, “the ladies do love me.” And with a wink, he turns and strides out of the alley.”

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465. “But I crave the sound of my name on his tongue. I want him to shout it from a rooftop, whisper it in my ear, trace it on my skin. I want my name to form a familiar shape in his mouth, tasting of my lips. I want him to own my name and still beg when he says it. Or maybe I just want him.”

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466. “There is a certain comfort in being willingly lost, hidden from life itself.”

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467. “She turns away, hiding her face in the shadow I’m casting over her. “Look at me.” Again, each word is soft enough to comfort, but stern enough to steal her attention. Her head tilts back toward me. “Are you all right?” She nods vigorously. “I am now.”

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468. “I’m breathless at the sight of her, doomed by the hope of having her. It’s a beautiful ruin, a devastating devotion.”

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469. “I cup her jaw, feeling her eyes burning into mine. “Ruin me.” Our mouths crash together. I can taste the loathing on her lips, the anger in each swipe of her tongue. She spells out a promise, leaving it to linger on my lips. A vow to undo me. And she’s already begun. She kisses me hard, biting my lip to draw blood like the dagger she still presses against me.”

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470. “She is not heartless, Death. Not quite. The broken organ just no longer beats.”

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471. “A laugh threatens to slip past my numb lips. It’s not as though she hadn’t promised to be my ruin, hadn’t already become my demise. She is the single most destructive thing I have ever desired, and yet, it is the diamond on her finger that will destroy me.”

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472. “I love blueberries.”

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473. “He wants to know when I shared that intimate detail of myself. And if it was while I was meant to hate her.”

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474. “I refuse to let this be her fate, and yet, fear twines around me, tightening my chest even as I tease her. Because if she truly becomes Kitt’s, I will spend the rest of my life mourning her.”

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475. “You brought me food.” I cross my arms over my chest. “And how do you know that’s not for me?” “There are blueberries on the porridge, Azer.”

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476. “One moment she’s an open book, and then the next, I can barely crack her spine.”

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477. “His dark lashes flutter, gray eyes flicking between mine as he says, “Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.”

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478. “You’re quite the poet, Prince.” Moonlight pools in the dimple that accompanies his grin. “And you the muse, darling.”

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479. “She’s counting the stars. I break. All of me. Every inch of my being shattering at the realization.”

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480. “She’s unbearable, really. But not in the way that makes it any easier to look away. No, everything about her is a bold sort of beauty, like a rose proudly displaying its thorns. She’s alluring in the way that most deadly things are. It’s captivating.”

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481. “My other hand finds her waist, wrapping my arm around her back to pull her close. She feels so familiar in my arms, and I drink in every detail, memorize every movement.”

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482. “Hey,” I amend gently, pulling at the hem of her shirt until she stumbles against me. “Talk to me.”

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483. “I hope they know how admired they are up there,” she murmurs. “I mean, I count them before bed every night.” I shake my head at the sight of her admiring something far duller than she.”

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484. “I wrap my arms around his neck. He is my anchor, and I am willing to sink, so long as it is with him.”

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485. “A smile he’s designed just for me.”

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486. “The taste of her name is intoxicating on my tongue.”

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487. “It should have been me. I wish it was me.”

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488. “Because every time you don’t, it only proves that you don’t want to.”

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489. “Waiting impatiently for Adena to arrive, I pull the slim box from one of the many pockets on the vest she made. The lid slides off easily, allowing me to admire what lies within. The needle is slightly larger than the ones I’ve witnessed her stab each finger with. The silver gleams, even in the dull light. I’m just able to make out the intricate, half-moon designs carved across the length of it.”

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490. “Everyone thinks I’ve gone mad, and maybe I have. Maybe I always was.”

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491. “Where is the healing salve?” His expression is blank. “Gone.” I try to blink away my confusion, to no avail. “You used all of it on me?” “Without hesitation.” Cool, calm, collected. That’s Kai.”

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492. “All I know is that I have this urge to protect her, be with her, tease her, touch her.”

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493. “My pretty Pae. Look what you have done to me.”

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494. “He holds my gaze, looking so hurt, so horrified, so full of hatred. His eyes are so cold that I nearly shiver under his stare. The boy glaring down at me is devoid of every bit of warmth, every bit of charm I’ve come to know. He is cold. He is callous. He is like this because of me. He is his father.”

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495. “The Deliverer of Death, they call him.”

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496. “My name means nothing to me until she speaks it. Nothing until she claims it as her own.”

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497. “I always wondered how something could shine so bright, even while being swallowed in darkness.”

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498. “I’ve made him smile.”

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499. “A ballad of betrayal, a sonnet of sorrow. I’m tired of writing from the villain’s perspective.”

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500. “I love you, Kai. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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