Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “The thought of having you is more dangerous than any cocktail of drugs, the idea of belonging to you endlessly destructive.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

53. “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

54. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

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

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58. “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

59. “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

60. “Empires have fallen like this, he thinks, but it only makes him want her more, makes him look at his hands and think, My god, what a waste of time doing anything else but holding her. What a waste, and then he says aloud, JesusfuckingChrist what have you done to me? And she says, Kiss me.”

— Olivie Blake

61. “She needed to believe she was meant for enormity; that the fulfillment of a destiny could make for the privilege of salvation, even if it didn’t feel that way right now.”

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62. “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

63. “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

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

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65. “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

66. “Don’t forgive me... if you can’t, and certainly don’t love me... You’ll only make fools of us both.”

— Olivie Blake

67. “There were times when Tristan’s natural inclination toward cynicism served some larger, more enduring disorder; a vast, chronic paranoia. Any rare glimpses of optimism were swiftly dealt with, like a virus his mind and body leapt to attack. Feelings of hope? Cancerous. Maybe it was systemic, a matter of lifelong institutional mistrust. There was a constant sensation for Tristan that if things seemed to be going well, he was in the process of being mightily tricked.”

— Olivie Blake

68. “Ambition was such a dirty word, so tainted, but she had it. She was enslaved by it. There was so much ego to the concept of fate, but she needed to cling to it. She needed to believe she was meant for enormity; that the fulfillment of a destiny could make for the privilege of salvation, even if it didn’t feel that way right now.”

— Olivie Blake

69. “So this is what it is to love something you cannot control, he thought. It felt precisely like terror.”

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70. “But by then his brother had disappeared, the bloodied sword left abandoned in a pool of crimson on the floor. Only then did Dimitri finally notice the cut across his chest; across his own heart, which for some reason did not stop beating despite the stillness where Marya Antonova’s should have been. He’d been so sure that it would, for having loved her; he’d been positive, once, that it would break, shatter, deliver itself to oblivion, all for love of her.”

— Olivie Blake

71. “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

72. “He’s just also very, um – ” “Grumpy,” said Nico. “Well, I wouldn’t – ” “He’s grumpy,” Nico repeated. “Varona, I’m trying t-” “He’s grumpy,” Nico said loudly. “Maybe he’s shy,” countered Libby, unconvincingly.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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74. “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

75. “Don’t let me wake up alone.”

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

— Olivie Blake

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

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78. “Like maybe he could ask her something silly and trifling, like if she’d ever looked at the moon and felt empty or if she knew how it felt to set foot in a country with a language she didn’t speak, and she wouldn’t have to tell him the answer, because he would just know it. He would just know.”

— Olivie Blake

79. “Because Tristan would rather have whatever version of Libby she had become than face the prospect of having no Libby at all.”

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80. “I’m actually not very good at anything in particular. I’m not really very smart. People don’t know it right away, but eventually they sort it out. Sometimes I think: No wait I’m lying, all the time I think: Everyone else is right about me. I am the common factor, aren’t I? So that must mean everyone else is right.”

— Olivie Blake

81. “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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82. “She is my hope and for that she is dangerous, unequivocally, but she is also alive, unreservedly.”

— Olivie Blake

83. “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

84. “They preferred the reassurance of customs, little traditions, the more inconsequential the better. Breakfast in the morning, supper at the sound of the gong. It soothed them, normality. Everyone wanted most desperately to be unafraid and numb.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

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87. “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

88. “I’ve got you, Rhodes. From here on, I swear.”

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89. “La confianza, una vez muerta, no se puede resucitar.”

— Olivie Blake

90. “Is not the worst tyranny that which perceives itself to be noble?”

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91. “People think they have to be born one way, with resilience built in or some incapacity to burn or whatever. Either you are or you aren’t, that sort of thing. Like some people naturally want things and others want nothing, but it’s not true. You can be taught to want. You can be taught to crave. And you can also learn to starve.”

— Olivie Blake

92. “Sarcasm,” she remarked, “is a dead form of wit.”

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93. “Because I know he’ll sit for me. Because I know he won’t mock me, won’t suffocate me, won’t kill this this fragile little thing I’ve found, this fledgling breath I’ve taken. Because he will know what it means, because he asked me to, because he asked. Because he’s the thing I can’t unsee. Because I don’t know if I can get him right without looking, without proof, but also because I need to know, because I’ve already tried. Because either this is how everything changes, or this is how it ends.”

— Olivie Blake

94. “The glow from the window illuminated pieces of their silhouettes, her right side and his left. With the way moonlight fell over them it seemed to him that they were each one half of a person, divided in two, each fraction left to be the other’s reflection.”

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95. “They have plenty of other times for conversations, he says, and that is when she knows- god, she knows- that she loves him so deeply and so passionately and so devastatingly that by the time that she tells him, the words will inevitably feel empty and small.”

— Olivie Blake

96. “How would Caesar have made Brutus pay if he had lived?”

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97. “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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98. “What could be easy about outlasting your own existence, your own time? History is a cycle, you know. It’s a function of gains and losses, of ups and downs. A single lifetime contains enough highs and lows to imitate completion, to simulate satisfaction, like any narrative given an end. But if you persist, as time does, then you will only encounter infinite highs, infinite lows.”

— Olivie Blake

99. “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.”

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100. “People were so easily desensitized, so helplessly numbed when it came to the repetitive nature of existence.”

— Olivie Blake