Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “I’m constantly at risk for peril. Ask anyone!”

— Olivie Blake

452. “What an omnipotent little idiot.”

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453. “He didn’t see the problem in loving her that way, with a savagery that felt as ancient as his sorrows, until he realized that the could no longer recall a life without her. It was as if the older versions of him had been erased and could no longer exist. He realized that his relationship whit time, whatever it was before, was now forever altered.”

— Olivie Blake

454. “You need to be loved, you need someone to believe you’re perfect, you hate being reminded you have flaws.”

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455. “Parisa immersed herself in the scrolls from the Islamic golden age, nipping at a half-formed hunch and uncovering that the Arabic astronomer Ibn al-Haytham had observed about optical illusions the same thing Parisa had observed about the human experience in general – namely, that time was an illusion of itself. Nearly every theory of time was rooted in fallacy, and manipulation of it as a concept was actually accomplished through the mechanism of thought or emotion.”

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456. “Aldo disliked the sensation of being asleep. It felt something very close to being dead, which was an uncomplicated and therefore troubling state of being.”

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457. “I know what people want to hear. You make them want to hear what you know.”

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458. “Science requires a control group. A known lie,” he clarified, “to compare against possible lies.” “And why would you need a control group?” Seemed obvious to him. “Because I want to know when you’re lying to me.”

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459. “To care at all about anyone or anything means inevitably to suffer.”

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460. “Alive or dead, her optimal target or not, the blond man was now her only salvation. Take him and cut him up in little stars, shove his broken body in a latch, it did not matter.”

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461. “What a relief it was, being a cog in something that actually turned for once.”

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462. “How fragile the craving, he thought, and how delicate it was. How easy it would be to snap it between his fingers, to crush it between his palms. How effortlessly the wanting turned into the franticness of taking, and how very, very easy it was to take.”

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463. “I think it’s unrealistic to expect truth all the time.”

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464. “What would happen if I wanted you?” “You would have me.” “And?” “And nothing. That’s it.”

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465. “They had always been like stars in orbit, chasing each other, faster and faster until sometimes they got caught, becoming one with the orbit itself. The line where he ended or she began, it inevitably became irrelevant. Her magic responded to his like it had been born in his body. His joined up with hers like it had finally found its way home.”

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466. “Fox had always had such expressive eyes, and now they expressed something vulnerable and terrible and loudly, violently dismayed, and Brandt could not breathe for having looked at them.”

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467. “Beginnings and endings, stardust and stars.”

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468. “You wanted me to know my own power, Parisa? Congratulations. Now I do.”

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469. “But the moment we realize we can feel fulfilled without carrying the burdens of belonging to another – that we can experience rapture without being someone’s other half, and therefore beholden to their weaknesses, to their faults and failures and many insufferable fractures – then we’re free, aren’t we?”

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470. “I’m keeping you from death, not letting you live. There’s a difference.”

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471. “This feeling, this flutter in my chest and this lightness in my bones and this flicker in my blood, this must be happiness. This must be what it feels like to be happy.”

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472. “That was how all of science worked, anyway. They were all pieces of some other eventual thing. The atom was part of the atomic bomb. Cataclysm, carnage, world wars, subprime mortgage lending, bank bailouts. In Callum’s mind, human history was interesting because of humans, not science.”

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473. “Aldo contemplated going back to live in that single second of time, when he and she had existed in perfect synchronicity.”

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474. “He planned to stop there, but for whatever reason – perhaps because talking to a cat was its own form of meditation – he kept going.”

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475. “Lives are meant to be taken back, not saved.”

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476. “Participation in capitalism is its own form of doom – it can only end pointlessly no matter what you do, we all go into the ground.”

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477. “If the only way to win was not to feel, then it seemed very clear that the only way to lose was never to play.”

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478. “Reina, however, had a plan. She had many plans. She didn’t run around lighting people on fire without calculating the risk of what went up in flames.”

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479. “Men, conceptually, are canceled,” Libby said to her knees. “This Society? Founded by men, I guarantee it. Kill someone for initiation? A man’s idea. Totally male.”

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480. “It was an old trick, really, death and disappearance to start anew.”

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481. “This was a torment she would seek again and again. The trauma of him was exquisite, the vice of his intimacy combative and honeyed.”

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482. “I am a mortal who was raised by Death. I’m a man who has loved, and been loved, by a god.”

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483. “But hadn’t that always been the source of her danger? Not her magic, not her power, but her rootlessness – her willingness to light a match because she loved nothing on this earth too much to watch it burn?”

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484. “Fire was so primitive, so archaic a problem; for Tokyo, an epicenter of advancements in both magical and mortal technologies, to suffer something as backward as the unsophistication of boundless flame was troublingly biblical.”

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485. “Reading the mind of a person you cannot change is as powerless as time-traveling to an ending you can’t rewrite.”

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486. “Yes,” he said – he would have said it to anything, she could have suggested a mutiny and he’d have searched tirelessly for an axe, a pitchfork, Excalibur itself – and she smiled up at him, lifting her chin to permit him full view of her approval. The prospect of it, of anything, buzzed in his veins.”

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487. “Memory was a luxury not to be wasted on the unworthy.”

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488. “That’s absurd,” said Tristan.”

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489. “You, I think, have a condition of smallness, invisibility.” He sat up, leaning forward. “You are forced to see everything as it is, Tristan,” Callum murmured, “because you think you cannot be seen at all.”

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490. “Reina hadn’t known her mother very well, but she was pretty sure that this speech was a very sad way for her story to end – that all could be said of her unremarkable life was that she was proficient at two jobs. Nothing about whether she sang off-key in the shower or was fearful of garden snakes, or anything to give her any real shape at all.”

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491. “It was a small, gentle cruelty of life that most people with a true sense of purpose lack the talent to achieve it. The people with talent are far more likely directionless, an odd but unavoidable irony.”

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492. “The problem is the latent human tendency to create an avatar of a person in our minds, reassembling them from the biases of our memories until the fragment of them in our heads becomes more simplified, and more and more inadequate over time.”

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493. “People had a maddening tendency to be precisely what they were in the most unpredictable, erratic way possible.”

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494. “Math is a difficult thing to love, he said. It’s precise and unforgiving, it’s evasive and it will never love me back, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s the thing that I can do that other people can’t, or that other people lack the patience for. Are there worthier things, more rewarding things? Yes, probably. But I don’t know what they are, they never showed themselves to me. Only math did.”

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495. “The idea that even he didn’t recognize happiness when he felt it was comforting, in some way. She was comforted by knowing he was equally as stupid and hopeless as she was.”

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496. “The brushstrokes were precisely the artist’s, not hers. It was thievery in every possible aspect of its creation. She had left nothing of herself in its reproduction, merely cloning the vacant starvation that had existed there before, and then she’d done the same another dozen times; proving to herself that, at very least, she could still see, she could still think, she could still interpret.”

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497. “I don’t want to rule the world, I don’t want to control it, I don’t even want to influence it. I want to sit beside you in a little garden, I want to put your needs before mine, I want to fetch you a glass of water when you’re thirsty. I want to laugh at your jokes, even the bad ones, and bury my head in proverbial sand.”

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498. “I can make a new world for you,” he said to the edge of her jaw. “All you have to do is say the word, Parisa, and everything can be ours.”

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499. “It felt like drama of the vastest heights, his kiss the overture of all the greatest operas – the summit of every landscape’s peak, a rush of tides and fates and furies – and she melted in his arms, warmed by more than just the spell at the tips of her fingers.”

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500. “What’s the easiest way in?” Reina asked then, observing the prime minister through narrowed eyes. “Fear,” said Callum. “Sometimes greed, sometimes shame, and on very rare but notable occasions, sometimes love. But always fear.”

— Olivie Blake