Top 250 Misba Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “It’s not night yet for your lonely bonfire,” Pico says. “But I could understand the significance of a daylight bonfire if I could access my source database.”

— Misba

52. “And much of her energy gets drained in cell-building, in self-healing.”

— Misba

53. “A monk never gets angry. He simply states, witnesses, and flows along with the current of prana.”

— Misba

54. “The Mesmerizer accepts the challenge. He will prove even such monks as him can be tainted. When that man enters the dark world, he will arrange a blazing orchestra, a homecoming gift. And he will arrange it with the thing the Monk has sent him – the piano.”

— Misba

55. “Mostly because she didn’t know what death or life or any other word in the world meant.”

— Misba

56. “They have the motto ever since the war.”

— Misba

57. “The Apocalypse and the war scrambled all the races and cultures. The prosperous cities are all now a diverse mix.”

— Misba

58. “Still, how can someone live with a lock like that? Made of ancient iron, reeking of rust.”

— Misba

59. “It itches him to find out what trap that woman has set in such a shabby cottage.”

— Misba

60. “Meera ordered Taha to train for two hours. It still isn’t two hours. Kusha wonders if she’s being a bad sister.”

— Misba

61. “Kusha silently groans; envy is rude.”

— Misba

62. “Even a brain that memorizes books after one reading doesn’t make it fair if you stutter before the High-Grades, if you can’t speak in a world that run with voice, if you can’t master words when they say: the universe began with words.”

— Misba

63. “Weak humans always dream of power, no matter the cost.”

— Misba

64. “Evolution has its charms. People think harsh training has been its door, but in reality, it was easier to find. The door stood right before their eyes. Always.”

— Misba

65. “Kusha touches her face – again that feeling of phantom ants crawling on her neck, her face.”

— Misba

66. “Not that she needs to mesmerize anyone in particular. She only needs to stop stuttering while her new family stares at her.”

— Misba

67. “A city? Seventy thousand years ago, you say?”

— Misba

68. “The Mesmerizer laughs. A few days ago, he gave the same save-the-world excuse to a certain monk. He also made it believable to himself first, just like her. How fast the universe rolls out its dice, he’s hearing it back so soon!”

— Misba

69. “It’s not a lie, but she’s sure it sounds too much like one, especially to Meera. Kusha can’t deny she isn’t a liar.”

— Misba

70. “A conversation is always a bother, and confrontation is worse.”

— Misba

71. “Anything intelligent always looks for its source – it’s the oldest law of the universe.”

— Misba

72. “Not everyone has flawless intuition, do they?”

— Misba

73. “Just answer a question, Yuan. Did he put you onto this?”

— Misba

74. “Why death? A death alarm has never come before.”

— Misba

75. “When she woke up from a hazy dream of a dancing goddess, she saw a pair of red eyes and flaming strands of blood-red hair in front of her, only to realize it was neither red eyes nor blood-red hair.”

— Misba

76. “Kusha says nothing. Old Mark is used to it: never a proper full-sentence reply, only a weak smile and a confused gaze from her.”

— Misba

77. “And just like that, her mind drifts off, yet again, right in front of Meera, forgetting it’s rude to drift off during a conversation.”

— Misba

78. “The book God-Particle-Or-Thought-Particle says: Intuition is the passing thoughts downloaded from the universe.”

— Misba

79. “Many lose their paths, blinded by evolution. Addiction to power is like any other addiction; you’ll just want it more.”

— Misba

80. “There’s no welcome song for intruders in any courtesy book,” the Mesmerizer says, still naked and finally replying to whatever the woman said earlier. “Especially, someone from a spy organization,” he adds, “in her full uniform and armed, no less.”

— Misba

81. “Sweetie, you are doing it again,” Meera says. “Is there anything on your face?”

— Misba

82. “Privilege exists not to be stored in a locker,” Yuan says.”

— Misba

83. “One rumor makes everyone hear war heroes’ speeches. That rumor. That they have the voice. Only the rarest High Grades have voice, and the rarest of them all are those two war heroes, the ones who ended the war with a four-minute-speech.”

— Misba

84. “A monk’s purity procured through strict abstention won’t stain. Even a dead bird’s foul feather can’t tinge it.”

— Misba

85. “My nightmares are out of control. The thoughts during my dreams,” Mee-Hae says, leaning against his chest.”

— Misba

86. “The fewer words you say, the more chance they have of being general, that is, both true and false. After all, the devil lies in the details.”

— Misba

87. “He never wants to answer it if he doesn’t need to. So, this time, he visibly avoids her question.”

— Misba

88. “The key to conquering emotions isn’t in not feeling them. Rather in catching them the instant they appear.”

— Misba

89. “Then why are you touching your face in the middle of the dance?” She doesn’t add sweetie at the end; her gaze nearly scratches along the definition of a glare.”

— Misba

90. “Meera heals her colossal plants and flowers with her strong prana, her core energy. Healing isn’t a feat a Low Grade can do.”

— Misba

91. “Kusha extended her fingers to trace her new mother’s lips. She assumed lips created words.”

— Misba

92. “Mee-Hae, like the perfect, gentle, and understanding woman from contemporary books of the Old World, lets the Monk avoid her crucial question, the question she should never have overlooked. The question even the Monk will regret not answering right now, right here, not only for her sake but also for his own.”

— Misba

93. “The Monk watches her womb bleeding internally because of her creative mind that is so strong that it turns her imagination into reality. Even though her strong prana heals it at the same rate, constant damage and regeneration is happening inside her. And much of her energy gets drained in cell-building, in self-healing.”

— Misba

94. “Time to exit the wall. Her right wrist, extended through its window, shows her CRAB – her identity, her only proof of being a human, its limbs embedded into her skin.”

— Misba

95. “Kusha touches the pieces of paper before her. The papers glow, sensing the illumination level in her attic.”

— Misba

96. “When you don’t evolve your mind enough, in a way, you grow your own monsters, sweetie.”

— Misba

97. “Bring wine,” he mutters. “She’s an old friend.” Standing in his bedroom, he notices the subtle change of expression – a frown, almost – on Maroc’s face after hearing the old-friend part.”

— Misba

98. “She dislikes questions about her alarms.”

— Misba

99. “Evidence of radioactive rain destroying a city seventy thousand years ago,” Mee-Hae answers.”

— Misba

100. “When Kusha discovered how many unevolved men and women enter such contracts just for citizenship, it made her face crease. As if she’d caught a nasty smell.”

— Misba