Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “What was being human except to crave things unreasonably?”

— Olivie Blake

152. “The thing about pills, Regan wanted to say to the doctor who had clearly never taken any, was that the ups and downs still happened; they were just different now, contained within brackets of limitation. Some inner lawlessness was still there, screeching for a higher high and clawing for a lower low, but ultimately the pills were loose restraints, a method of numbly shrinking.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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154. “Sometimes,” she said, “when I’m with someone else, I get this feeling like I’m asleep.”

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155. “More interesting than the game is always the players, you know.”

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156. “Cravings were wishes that could be satisfied, but compulsions were needs that must be met.”

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157. “He’d practice with that lately, closing off his senses. Disassociating, disintegrating, twisting the dials that separated his body from the ceaseless nature of itself. It was a simple forfeiture this time, relinquishing his rights to observe anything at all. Falling to his proverbial knees and saying yes, all right then, I yield.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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159. “Very human of him, to long for a collective.”

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160. “Regan didn’t want to die, obviously – nothing that emergent. She just wanted something reasonably compelling; something that would make him think about how precious time was, how every moment of it should be spent at her side, the two of them together.”

— Olivie Blake

161. “Nothing anyone sees is real; only how they perceive it.”

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162. “The freedom of endless choices wasn’t meant for human minds.”

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163. “She’d given him arrows and he’d shot, and now parts of her were gaping holes, flayed and filleted and left behind as open wounds.”

— Olivie Blake

164. “Because if you don’t have something to figure out, then you have no reason to keep going?”

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165. “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.”

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166. “He rubbed at his temple like she was a headache, a formula that wouldn’t obey, and it stung her. She, like his thoughts, had drained him, and the pain of knowing it festered in her chest.”

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167. “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

168. “Moderately epic.”

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169. “I see. And what can I do for you, Professor?” “Die,” she said. “Slowly. Painfully.” “Understandable,” said Atlas.”

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170. “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

171. “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

172. “Can you strike a deal with the devil if it means getting what you want?”

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173. “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.”

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174. “Don’t you know we belong together? It’s inevitable.”

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175. “The truest truths: Mortal lifetimes were short, inconsequential. Convictions were death sentences. Money couldn’t buy happiness, but nothing could buy happiness, so at least money could buy everything else. In terms of finding satisfaction, all a person was capable of controlling was himself.”

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

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177. “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.”

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178. “In her experience, curiosity about a person was never a good sign. Curiosity was unspeakably worse and far more addicting than sexual attraction. Curiosity usually meant a kindling of something highly flammable, which wasn’t at all what Regan wanted from this.”

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179. “Social trends and stigmas change, and the direction knowledge moves is not always forward.”

— Olivie Blake

180. “If not for her, Nico might not have noticed most of the things he did, and probably vice versa. A uniquely upsetting curse, really, how little he knew how to exist when she wasn’t there.”

— Olivie Blake

181. “Art is something we do to feel human, not because we are.”

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182. “Theoretically, men are a disaster. As a concept, I unequivocally reject them.”

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183. “Nobody asked for any of this. What they’re born into. We just get what we get and that’s a tragedy in itself. Everybody’s got one.”

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184. “You don’t use your magic to walk up the stairs but you defy gravity all the same, don’t you?”

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185. “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.”

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186. “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.”

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187. “Here, at the library, their lives would change. Here their former selves would be destroyed, like the library itself, only to be built back up again and hidden in the shadows, never to be seen except by the Caretakers, by the Alexandrians, and by the ghosts of lives uncrossed and paths untaken.”

— Olivie Blake

188. “Focus looked right on her, vibrant and bright.”

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189. “The world loved to take a beautiful woman and exclaim at the charm of her single imperfection.”

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190. “We study the realm of consciousness because we understand that to decide something, to weigh a cost and accept its consequences, is to forcibly alter the world in some tangible way. That is magic as true and as real as any other.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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

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

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

— Olivie Blake

196. “If I were going to ask someone for help, Rhodes, it would have been you.”

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197. “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.”

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198. “If there was one thing Regan would willingly say about herself, it was that she was an ornament, a novelty, a party trick. She was the center of attention when she wished to be, quick-witted and charming and impeccably dressed, but those types of girls grew dull when there were no eccentricities or blemishes. The world loved to take a beautiful woman and exclaim at the charm of her single imperfection.”

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199. “Happiness, contentment, they are dull but persuasive lures. A rosy disposition only means you miss what’s lurking in the trees.”

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200. “You and me, you and me, you and me, Aldo, Aldo, Rinaldo, I am more addicted to the thought of your name on my tongue than I am to any other form of vice.”

— Olivie Blake