Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “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.”

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102. “People always craved power – that was a constant of humanity, a truer rule than any law of physics. If they weren’t given power, they took it. And however lofty and moral their foundational creed, people historically did not choose to give it away.”

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103. “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.”

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104. “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.”

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105. “She did that, love him invasively, exploring him like the depths of the sea.”

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

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107. “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.”

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

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110. “Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov,” she whispered to him. “Write me a litany of sins. Write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, Lev, until we both know the pages by heart. Isn’t that a story, too?” she asked him softly.”

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111. “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.”

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112. “Sashneka,” Marya said, “you are not incomplete because a piece of your heart is gone. You are you, an entire whole, all on your own. If you have loved and been loved, then you are richer for it; you don’t simply become a smaller version of yourself simply because what you once had is gone.”

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113. “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.”

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114. “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.”

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115. “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.”

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

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

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118. “Because humans were idiots who turned the elements of life into a weapon.”

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119. “It occurred to her that Aldo Damiani was probably something of a rarity himself.”

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120. “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.”

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121. “I think you can be physically involved with someone before you need them,” he said slowly. “And I think you can need them before you love them.”

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122. “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.”

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

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124. “All the monotony of being mortal is in the trying-to-live bits before you realize the whole thing is your life.”

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125. “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.”

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126. “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.”

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

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128. “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.”

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129. “He seemed intensely uninterested in talking about himself, which was half the reason she’d brought it up. She’d spent enough time looking too closely at things to know when she was the one being clinically observed.”

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

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131. “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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132. “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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133. “People were so easily desensitized, so helplessly numbed when it came to the repetitive nature of existence.”

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134. “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.”

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135. “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.”

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136. “What you’re seeing is a single intake of breath – one moment. It is the beauty of the world in its most objective state, because the artist isn’t expressing any meaning. He isn’t trying to define you or teach you or tell you what place to occupy.”

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137. “That’s a cycle,” he said, “not a circle,” but he understood what she meant.”

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138. “She knows better than to confuse apologies with affection. People are always sorry, so when he crawls towards her on the mattress she knows to wait for it, to sigh and say, It’s fine, only instead he surprises her, says: I love your brain.”

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

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140. “Men, conceptually, are canceled.”

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141. “Deities themselves had changed over time, but the act of devotion had not.”

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142. “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.”

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143. “All men can love a forbidden thing, generally speaking, and in most cases knowledge is precisely that; lost knowledge even more so.”

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144. “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.”

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145. “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.”

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146. “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.”

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147. “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.”

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148. “When one ecosystem fails, nature makes a new one. That’s how the species survives.”

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149. “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.”

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150. “Instead she thinks: I love him, and for a moment it doesn’t matter whether he loves her back. It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage.”

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