Top 50 Nina Varela Quotes (2024 Update)

1. “It only takes One clever fox to best a thousand men.”

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2. “If the universe were static, I could stand anywhere in this world and I swear my line of sight would end on you. I swear I’d find you in the dark.”

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3. “Strength isn’t measured by the ability to cause harm.”

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4. “Because you deserve to be known, in whatever capacity you wish. I am trying to become a person who deserves to know you. I want that more than anything.”

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5. “I told you once I’m not a book to be read,” Ayla continued. “I take it back. I’m a book. Read me.”

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6. “Perhaps the butterfly was actually a wasp.”

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7. “But you just do what you think is right, Ayla. It was never really a choice, was it? Wanting her. Killing her.”

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8. “There was no room inside her for emotions like this. For yearning like this. For loneliness like this. But she was so human-shaped.”

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9. “Crier wanted to point to her chest, this is the hurting part, this is the bleeding part, fix it or take it out.”

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10. “Do wolves concern themselves with the slaughter of sheep?”

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11. “Wars were won by whichever side caused the most suffering. How was that something to be proud of?”

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12. “Another lie. This one better than the last, though.”

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13. “Cruelty was wasted on the kind.”

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14. “If we look only at the past, we lose sight of the future. And what a future it could be.”

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15. “If longing is madness, then none of us are sane.”

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16. “A tiny pathetic thought: the warmth of Ayla’s touch rivaled the afternoon sun.”

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17. “You clever girl. Oh, you clever, fearsome girl.”

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18. “I have a heart like you, Ayla.” Crier repeated, pressing Ayla’s hand harder against her chest. Ayla heard her own heartbeat and felt Crier’s – a song tapping against her palm, a racing pulse beneath her fingers. Ayla was breathing too hard. She was breathing too hard. “I feel things too,” Crier whispered.”

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19. “They melted into a series of deep, lush kisses, hot and dizzying and endless, lips moving together, Crier’s mouth opening beneath Ayla’s, the taste of her like summer rain. Ayla pushed into her over and over again, taking her mouth, already addicted to this, to her, to Crier, everything about her, taste and scent and the warmth of her skin under Ayla’s hands.”

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20. “She didn’t usually feel the aloneness quite this much, but it was harder, this time of year, to ignore the graveyard in her chest.”

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21. “There was no room inside her for emotions like this. For yearning like this. For loneliness like this. But she was so human-shaped. She was so human-shaped. How could she live in this vessel and not feel any attachment to the world, to its people?”

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22. “Their faces were so close – she had the advantage of height over Ayla, and something about staring down into Ayla’s face, even when it was all twisted with indignant anger, made Crier’s blood sing.”

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23. “They were still holding hands. They hadn’t let go, not even once. Ayla’s hand was sweaty; there was dirt and sweat and probably blood slicking their palms, but she didn’t want to lose this point of contact. This point of warmth, solidity, in the middle of a huge and frightening thing. The machinery of war.”

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24. “She carried the same intensity about her, like heat waves rising from her skin, even though she was just standing in the doorway and not currently in the middle of saving Crier’s life. Like she was more than a human girl. Like she was a summer storm made flesh.”

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25. “The truth of Ayla, the pain of her, was like a song you could feel vibrating on the air, even if you didn’t know the words.”

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26. “Like so much else, it was a carefully constructed lie. Rowan was no sparrow. She was a bird of prey.”

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27. “There was no beginning to her, no end, no parameters; her body was not the truth of her;.”

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28. “Time kept blurring, rolling over itself, going belly-up like a dead animal.”

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29. “A drop of water gleamed on Ayla’s lower lip. Strangely, it made Crier want to – drink.”

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30. “Ayla wanted to see her break things, wanted to see her broken, wanted to watch her break apart, wanted to be the cause of it.”

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31. “The second was something she would not admit to herself, could not put into words because even thinking about it made her heart feel like a bridge giving way tumbling down into water, all her pieces carried off by the current of something far older and more powerful than she was.”

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32. “Justice was a god, and Ayla didn’t believe in such childish things. She believed in blood.”

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33. “Crier wanted to study her like a map. Draw an easy path between all the specific yet scattered points of her.”

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34. “My hear, if I have one, is a house of empty rooms and empty halls. My thoughts and footsteps echo. Sometimes I feel like a guest in the house of myself. But sometimes, someone’s footsteps cross my floor, and that is enough. These days, I luxuriate in my loneliness. I walk through my empty halls naked and singing.”

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35. “You keep comparing yourself to a book. That is not how I see you. If I want to learn about you, it’s not for... pleasure, or leisure, or the desired mastery of a subject. I am not trying to learn you like a language. I am trying, Ayla, to learn you like a person. Like people do, with the knowledge that I will never know everything. That it is impossible to know everything. Because you deserve to be known, in whatever capacity you wish. I am trying to become a person who deserves to know you.”

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36. “She had never really seen a pair of eyes like this. It was like standing in the doorway to a dark room, like balancing on a threshold, holding a lantern up and watching how it kissed some things gold and left other things in shadow. It was the kind of dark that hid and held a lot of things. A hot fluid dark, a summer tide pool dark, a wild breathless dark.”

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37. “I was talking about how you never, ever stop fighting, no matter how much it hurts.”

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38. “Those foxes were wild, though. Wild, frightened, ready to run. Claws and teeth and matted fur. Sometimes that was Ayla. Most times it was not.”

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39. “Crier wasn’t a book or a map or anyth8ing else that could be read once and known in its entirety. Nothing finite like that. There was no beginning to her, no end, no parameters; her body was not the truth of her; Ayla knew that Crier herself was something as wide and endless as the ice fields or the black sea or the evening sky, just as the first stars were beginning to appear. Those first pinpricks of light.”

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40. “You must keep this a secret,” Crier insisted. “You must.”

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41. “It was the way their skin stretched over their hand-designed muscles and bones. Like it could barely keep all the monster inside.”

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42. “Humanity is how you act, my lady,” said Jezen. “Not how you were Made.”

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43. “One thing was becoming clear. The only way to keep going, to keep fighting, was to learn more about her past.”

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44. “Crier looked at her, and smiled. Wide and bright as the whole damn sky.”

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45. “We were created to be more than human, better than human, but – are we really any better, if we resort to senseless violence so easily? How far are we willing to go?”

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46. “Her family’s death had left her not a person but a ghost, a ruined shell, a carcass. The parts that had survived would be tainted forever.”

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47. “Her head was pillowed on her arm and the actual pillow had been tossed carelessly to the floor and she was sleeping on top of the blankets like she always did, which was something Ayla knew and did not know how to unlearn.”

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48. “She had known Ayla for less than an hour total, and already she knew what she wanted.”

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49. “It might have sounded as if she was arguing because she cared about humankind. Which she did.”

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50. “You’re not breathing,” Ayla finally said.”

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