Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “All men can love a forbidden thing, generally speaking, and in most cases knowledge is precisely that; lost knowledge even more so.”

— Olivie Blake

152. “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

153. “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

154. “I hate boring little anxieties, like Rhodes’s. People who never exceed their shape because they’re too busy wondering why people don’t like them, or who they’re meant to be, or why they aren’t loved, or –.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

156. “You and me, you-and-me, you and me, my heart will burn a hole through my chest until I know, and I am not done. I can’t be done yet, this cannot be the ending.”

— Olivie Blake

157. “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

158. “He had been bad before. He would be bad again. It would cycle and fluctuate the same way the weather would. It would rain in two weeks, he thought.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

160. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

166. “So be it. This is what it means to live.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

169. “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

170. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

171. “Moderately epic.”

— Olivie Blake

172. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

174. “He felt confident that there would be a moment when all the disjointed parts that made Charlotte Regan so incomprehensible to him would form a recognizable shape, and then he would understand the basis of the problem.”

— Olivie Blake

175. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

178. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

180. “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

181. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

182. “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

183. “It felt unfair, unjust, that the things that had so easily been shared between them – I’m strange, no I’m strange, okay we’re both strange, nobody understands us except for us – were now hers to bear alone.”

— Olivie Blake

184. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

187. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

190. “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

191. “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

192. “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

193. “Okay, he said, and as she dropped her attention back to her parchment, Aldo contemplated going back to live in that single second of time, when he and she had existed in perfect synchronicity.”

— Olivie Blake

194. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

197. “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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake