Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “To know what people really are and not destroy them is savagely remarkable. She has exceptional restraint.”

— Olivie Blake

102. “She proved herself alive by proving this day had never been lived before, that this thing had never been felt or never tasted or never wanted, and now, because it existed, things were different; changed.”

— Olivie Blake

103. “It isn’t constancy that keeps us alive, it’s the progression we use to move us. Because everything is always the same until, very suddenly, it isn’t.”

— Olivie Blake

104. “What did he think love was – pain? Was that all anyone believed love to be? That if it didn’t hurt, if no one pined, then it was as if it did not exist and had never existed – a tree brought down in the forest with no one to hear it fall?”

— Olivie Blake

105. “You can never truly know a culture until you’ve been bitten by one of its myths.”

— Olivie Blake

106. “Many people incorrectly assume time to be a steady incline, a measured arc of growth and progress, but when history is written by the victors the narrative can often misrepresent that shape.”

— Olivie Blake

107. “She couldn’t look away from his face, which did not say: What’s wrong with you? but instead, said: Hi. Hello. Nice to meet you.”

— Olivie Blake

108. “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

109. “You’ve been running a long time,” he murmured to her, brushing a loose curl from her cheek. “Poor thing.” He pulled her into an embrace, feeling the low swell of her misery greet him like a wave inside his chest. “You’ve been running for your life since the moment you were born.”

— Olivie Blake

110. “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

111. “The problem with being a smart girl was being naturally curious.”

— Olivie Blake

112. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

113. “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

114. “There are no perfect circles, Regan. Yes, there’s one, and it’s this one: They fall in love because they’re always in love. That’s circular, not a circle. He can believe whatever he wants; she knows it’s a perfect circle.”

— Olivie Blake

115. “We all have our own curses. Our own blessings.” Callum’s smile faltered. “We are the gods of our own universes, aren’t we? Destructive ones.”

— Olivie Blake

116. “Things were always stranger in retrospect, which was a funny little consequence of time.”

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117. “Maybe she wasn’t a damsel in distress, but it still felt nice to anchor herself to something before casting herself into the unknown.”

— Olivie Blake

118. “They’d had a knack for it from the beginning, a way of becoming the other’s beginning and end.”

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119. “There was something very coiled up about him, something rearing to strike, but the best part about snakes was how little they could be bothered to do anything unless someone was blocking their sun.”

— Olivie Blake

120. “There was love in him, too much and still insufficient, twisted and anguished and equal in consequence to fear. It was a type of love Parisa had seen before: easily corruptible. The love of something uncontrollable, invulnerable. A love enamored with its own isolation, too frail to love in return.”

— Olivie Blake

121. “Charlotte Regan, Aldo realized, loved change, unhealthily. She loved it like an obsession, like infatuation. With change she had an ongoing affair, and perhaps it had been neutralized for a time with pills and psychotherapy but underneath it all, the little monster that was her soul was clawing for it, and it had been Aldo who’d hauled it out again. He’d unleashed a titan, he’d freed her, fallen in love with her, and as much as he’d hoped it would relent to something manageable, it did not.”

— Olivie Blake

122. “Libby thought constantly, relentlessly. She was perpetually wavering between states of worry or apprehension or, in most cases, fear. Fear of ineptitude, fear of failure. Fear she’d do it wrong, do it badly. Fear that she was the disappointing daughter who lived instead of the brilliant one who died. She was afraid, always.”

— Olivie Blake

123. “People thought addiction was a craving, but the difference was this: Cravings were wishes that could be satisfied, but compulsions were needs that must be met.”

— Olivie Blake

124. “When Aldo spoke of Regan his voice had a tendency to change, illumination rising near his cheeks. “You should see her work,” he would say the same way someone else might have said: Come outside, come look at the stars.”

— Olivie Blake

125. “Everyone sees through you. Everyone sees through you and on the other side of you is the way life looks without you, and inevitably they will run straight for it with relief.”

— Olivie Blake

126. “It’s not hate,” Callum said. “It’s corrupted love, twisted love. Love with a sickness, a parasite. You need him in order to survive.”

— Olivie Blake

127. “There is nothing so destructive as thought, and especially not one that can never be rescinded.”

— Olivie Blake

128. “He wondered what a bee would do if it knew its life work was contributing to the ecosystems of fancy toasts. Would that be enough to compel it to stop? Doubtful.”

— Olivie Blake

129. “The presumption that she was in pieces just because she had once been broken was a dangerous one.”

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130. “I want you to expect – no, I want you to demand,” she amended. “I want you to demand things from me, to tell me to make this work, to force me if you have to. I want you to bet on me, Aldo. I want you to make investments, I want your future.” The last part slipped out. “I want your future, Aldo. I want it for me.”

— Olivie Blake

131. “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

132. “He didn’t blame her for not seeing it. He blamed everyone else for letting her forget.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

134. “She’d have to be measured infinitely in order to be calculated, which no one could ever do.”

— Olivie Blake

135. “What was being human except to crave things unreasonably?”

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136. “This is what it looks like to love you; it looks like an abyss, but it isn’t, do you understand? All falls come with danger, Aldo, but not us. Not us, we float.”

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137. “The thing about women and clothes was, in Regan’s mind, that nothing was ever a permanent expression; it wasn’t any sort of commitment to being this type of girl or that one, but purely today, I am. It was just whichever version of herself she wanted to project for the time being.”

— Olivie Blake

138. “He said everything with precisely the same degree of unambiguous fact that he’d used to address everything else.”

— Olivie Blake

139. “Dimitri Fedorov, I already gave you my useless heart. Now, have everything else that matters. Have my loyalty, my right hand. Have everything that was once my mother’s and give me everything you once swore to Koschei. Give me all of you, take everything of me, and let’s see who stands against us then.”

— Olivie Blake

140. “Yes it does, he doesn’t want to be the person she hides from, he wants to be the person she hides with. These are distinct, doesn’t she realize? Does she have any idea how difficult he finds it to exist with other people? And then here she is, this mystery, this puzzle, does she even know how much he loves her unpredictability, her twists and turns? She thinks her brain is some sort of problem? Fine, good, he loves problems.”

— Olivie Blake

141. “Don’t you ever detest the necessity of emotional attachment?” Parisa murmured, the tips of her fingers brushing Libby’s throat before toying, idly, with the tips of her hair. “Men in particular are draining, they bleed us dry. They demand we carry their burdens, fix their ills. A man is constantly in search of a good woman, but what do they offer us in return?”

— Olivie Blake

142. “Aldo was similarly single-minded, even if he was many-thoughted.”

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143. “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

144. “Don’t pretend you’ve earned the right to believe I’m heartless, when you’re the one who can’t make up your mind.”

— Olivie Blake

145. “Libby had known that about Ezra, the way he tended to want to save her from her anxieties instead of simply listening when she spoke. He wanted her to want to be rescued, and she had thought the occasional decision to indulge him was just something people did in relationships. Male ego or whatever. Things good girlfriends did in order to keep the peace.”

— Olivie Blake

146. “You wouldn’t make love with him, you’d make art. Maybe that would be worth it, but still, art is tragedy.”

— Olivie Blake

147. “It was a very feminine thing, to be both magical and saintly. Philanthropy could be worn like jewelry or cosmetics, glittering from the effervescence of their pores.”

— Olivie Blake

148. “Commitment is fine,” he said. “Theoretically, anyway. But I find I have some difficulty understanding what other people want from me.”

— Olivie Blake

149. “If you could open only one part of me for your consumption, for your delectation, for the whims of your carnivorous mind, which part would you wish to see?”

— Olivie Blake

150. “For what it’s worth,” he said, clapping a hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “the parts of you that you seem to loathe are hardly abhorrent at all.”

— Olivie Blake