Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2025 Update)
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51. “Yes, how perilously wonderful to suffer so sweetly with you.”

— Olivie Blake

52. “Olympus was empty. The gods were already here.”

— Olivie Blake

53. “Being scared was a bit like anise, like absinthe. A strange and arousing flavor. Being admired was golden, maple sweet. Being despised was a woodsy, sulfuric aroma, smoke in the nostrils; something to choke on when done properly. Being envied was tart, with a citrusy tang, like green apple.”

— Olivie Blake

54. “To give into something all at once was to lose yourself completely, and therefore to resist was to exchange one fleeting moment of pleasure for a more exquisite, abounding pain.”

— Olivie Blake

55. “When you learn a new word, you suddenly see it everywhere. The mind comforts itself by believing this to be coincidence but it isn’t – it’s ignorance falling away.”

— Olivie Blake

56. “Hate and love were so very similar. Both were intestinal, visceral. Both left scars, vestiges of pain. Hate could not be born from a place of indifference. Hate was only born from opposite sides of the same coin.”

— Olivie Blake

57. “I want you to say everything, anything. I want to have your thoughts, I want to bottle them, I want to put them in my drawer for safekeeping.”

— Olivie Blake

58. “He thinks: The Babylonians were wrong; time is made of her.”

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59. “Libby was a hero. Parisa was a villain. Their goals were overarching, appositional. Nico and Reina were so impartial and self-interested as to be wholly negligible. Tristian was a soldier, he would follow where he was most persuasively led. It was Callum who was an assassin.”

— Olivie Blake

60. “A uniquely upsetting curse, really, how little he knew how to exist when she wasn’t there;.”

— Olivie Blake

61. “There was a single moment responsible for every sequence thereafter.”

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62. “It isn’t constancy that keeps us alive, it’s the progression we use to move us.”

— Olivie Blake

63. “Of course you get a say,′ Libby corrected him. ‘You can say, ‘Libby, I love you and I support you,’ or you can say something else.′ She swallowed before adding, ‘But believe me, Ezra, there are only two answers here. If you don’t say one, you’re saying the other.”

— Olivie Blake

64. “We are the gods of our own universes, aren’t we? Destructive ones.”

— Olivie Blake

65. “Don’t let me wake up alone.”

— Olivie Blake

66. “Without the volatility of her extremes, what was she?”

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67. “I know exactly what shape she takes up in the universe,′ he pleaded in explanation. ‘If anyone can recognize her, it’s me.”

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68. “I am more addicted to the thought of your name on my tongue than I am to any other form of vice. The thought of having you is more dangerous than any cocktail of drugs, the idea of belonging to you endlessly destructive.”

— Olivie Blake

69. “You can’t simply look at time as a function of comings and goings. Time is always in motion, even if you personally opt to desist. Whether you come or go or leave or stay, time continues. People are left. People are found. To think that resigning yourself to permanence is itself a state of permanence is already made in error.”

— Olivie Blake

70. “Depending who viewed it, Persephone had either been stolen or she had run from Demeter. Either way, she made herself queen.”

— Olivie Blake

71. “You left your infant son in the woods of Nova Scotia and then proceeded to show up every few years just to make him chase you through the dream realms. I wouldn’t call that being ‘fine,’ unless we’re only counting you.”

— Olivie Blake

72. “It was more like there was a sliver of space between him and the outside world and she had unassumingly filled it, less like a piece fitting into the vacancy of another and more like liquid being poured into a cup.”

— Olivie Blake

73. “Sometimes my eyes open and I know, somewhere in my bones, that I have formed myself to the shape of waking up beside you.”

— Olivie Blake

74. “Art, a voice buzzed in her ear, was creation. It was dissecting a piece of herself and leaving it out for consumption, for speculation. For the possibility of misinterpretation and the inevitability of judgment. For the abandonment of fear the reward would have to be the possibility of ruin, and that was the inherent sacrifice.”

— Olivie Blake

75. “That was the torment of it, of art, and the perpetual idolatry of its creation. For every sensation Regan could conjure, there was an artist who had beautifully suffered the same.”

— Olivie Blake

76. “She’d take another hit, leaning her cheek against his shoulder, and he’d thought with a sudden, sparkling clarity: Whatever you are made of, Charlotte Regan, I am made of it, too.”

— Olivie Blake

77. “Do you think they know what it means to love?” his projection-self mused aloud to him. “That it isn’t the simple joy of fondness, I mean. In fact it’s violent, destructive. It means to cut the heart out of your chest and give it to someone else.”

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78. “Funny how that worked; the innocent fragility of being human. There were so many ways to break and so few of them heroic or noble.”

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79. “Every single one of us is missing something. We are all too powerful, too extraordinary, and don’t you see it’s because we’re riddled with vacancies? We are empty and trying to fill, lighting ourselves on fire just to prove that we are normal – that we are ordinary. That we, like anything, can burn.”

— Olivie Blake

80. “Presumably at a certain level of privilege, trivial things like people’s lives and well-being were insignificant details, trifling costs to be considered briefly and then, in the interest of productivity, cast aside for the greater good.”

— Olivie Blake

81. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit perfectly, he thought. Don’t worry, there’s nothing here for you to break.”

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82. “Because even when you know everything about how a piece is made, you’re still only seeing the surface.”

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83. “It frustrated him immensely that he would never be able to prove that time didn’t stop when she met his eye.”

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84. “Time is a function of lies, a trick of the light, a mistranslation.”

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85. “I forgave him the moment he came back to me. I would love him still, even if he left me again. I would love him through several lifetimes, I think,” Fox determined, resigning himself to the truth, “and I would love him in every world, if he asked.”

— Olivie Blake

86. “For every sensation Regan could conjure, there was an artist who had beautifully suffered the same.”

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87. “People who lined up to see the Mona Lisa typically couldn’t name the paintings hanging nearby, and there was nothing wrong with that.”

— Olivie Blake

88. “Every time you love, pieces of you break off and get replaced by something you steal from someone else. It seems like it’s the right shape but it’s slightly different every time, so that eventually, very very quietly and over days and days and days, you are transformed into something unrecognizable, and it happens so slowly you don’t even notice, like shedding scales and making new ones.”

— Olivie Blake

89. “And so where there had once been six were now, irreversibly, one.”

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90. “She cannot be, even in resurrection, what she was in life.”

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91. “He kisses her, thinks, Go on, ruin me. Wreck me, please. She kisses him back and she does.”

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92. “Everything was related. This was what nobody seemed to understand. That although some corn-fed family in Iowa might not feel the loss of the Philippines now, they would someday, they would have to, because ecosystems were connected, because life mattered, because nothing in this world could disappear without a trace.”

— Olivie Blake

93. “Bye,′ said his mouth, and then he was gone.”

— Olivie Blake

94. “Something is wrong, she thought, something is right. Something is definitely wrong but the something right is bigger, somehow, closer to truth. Wrong the way truth is when it’s right.”

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95. “To know what people really are and not destroy them is savagely remarkable. She has exceptional restraint.”

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96. “She is in all of his spaces and all of his thoughts. He contemplates formulas and degrees of rationality and they all turn into her. He thinks about time, which has only recently begun, or at least now feels different. He thinks: the Babylonians were wrong; time is made of her.”

— Olivie Blake

97. “Magic comes only at a price, Parisa. You know that. Some subjects require sacrifice. Blood. Pain. The only way to create such magic is to destroy it.”

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98. “They see you closer than you are, but you’re further from reach than either you or they can imagine.”

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99. “She already knows his brain is something foreign to her, something that contains little pockets of mysticism that she will never understand, no matter how intently she can dig her greedy tendrils.”

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100. “I believed the universe was completely random, and that’s what eluded us. Because we all want to believe we are fundamental in some way. We are our own myths, our own legends. We give things reason. We are reasonable creatures and so everything must have its place, its purpose – but we are also egoistical creatures, and so we give ourselves reasons that don’t exist.”

— Olivie Blake