Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “He would come to share her joys until he could no longer separate them from his own, and then one day, maybe turning to her at a party or rushing to ask in a text message, he would say: What’s that thing I like? And she would know the answer. She would know everything. Eventually, all the answers to all that he was would be cradled in the palms of her hands.”

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202. “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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203. “All falls come with danger, Aldo, but not us. Not us, we float.”

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204. “She’d stopped wearing makeup around him and it was a beautiful, destructive thing, seeing her eyes so clearly.”

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205. “They had shared something that couldn’t be undone-something that had followed them around, joining them even in their absences form each other. History did that to people. Proximity. Love in some cases, hatred in others. The specific kind of intimacy that meant that every enemy was once a friend.”

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206. “He knows her relationships are complicated. He knows whose calls she takes and which ones she ignores. He knows, as her doctor doesn’t know, that she isn’t taking her pills. He knows that she hears her mother’s voice in her head and sometimes she loses her own voice inside it; he knows she finds it again when he takes her face in his hands and says: Are you in there?”

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207. “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.”

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208. “He finds the monsters we keep locked away and sets them loose, so why would I ever want him to see mine?”

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

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210. “She used them, her lies, sparingly these days. She found they were like old coping mechanisms, like the old pair of crutches she’d had when she was eight; something she’d kept around, just in case, until her mother had cleaned the basement and decided to throw them away.”

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211. “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.”

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212. “Tending to every whim made others unnecessarily combative, mistrustful. 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.”

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213. “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.”

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214. “He thinks of all the other versions of himself making love to all the other versions of her and resolves to pluck them out of their alternate realities, out of their alternate spaces and times, to place them in this one.”

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215. “Bees are for you.”

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

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217. “I ought to defenestrate you from that window.”

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218. “She felt a mix of things, soft and hard. Things were compacting and expanding inside her. They’d been there before she’d entered the room, but now that she had left it, she felt exactly the same only worse. The same, only more so.”

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219. “We map things,” he said, “and chart things, observing and modeling and predicting, because we have no other choice, and this is the language we have agreed, collectively, to use. Because we have agreed, collectively, that to proceed without knowledge or understanding is a stupid kind of bravery, an impulsive kind of blindness, but that to be alone without wonder or curiosity is to chip away any possible value we might discover in existing.”

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220. “She was afraid, always, except when she was proving herself.”

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221. “Because the problem with knowledge, Miss Rhodes, is its inexhaustible craving. The more of it you have, the less you feel you know.”

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222. “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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223. “In any case, I have a number of things to do, so I’m going to leave you with this: try not to take it personally when I see you again. It’s bound to happen, after all, and I’d like to be able to keep it friendly between us, if we can. We’re both simply fulfilling our purposes, aren’t we? You’re a mortal, and I’m Death. It could never have gone any other way. But, if Fox is to be believed, then it isn’t the worst thing to meet and end. To have lived is, as he tells it, reward enough in itself.”

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224. “Eventually she looked down at her empty hands and thought: Damn it. Damn it, I love him. Then, after the smoke cleared, she could see nothing else.”

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225. “That was all art was, wasn’t it? The blatant exposition of the inside of her head.”

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226. “Death was only another word for annihilation.”

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

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

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229. “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.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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236. “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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237. “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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238. “Moderately epic.”

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239. “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.”

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

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241. “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.”

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

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

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244. “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.”

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

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246. “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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247. “She had a distinct ability to take up space, he thought. She made her surroundings part of her dominion, her atmosphere bending to the strike of her stride. Aldo, on the other hand, was typically subjected to the laws and customs of the room.”

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248. “They struggled to properly disentwine, or worse. They became strange, molded copies of the other.”

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249. “Some people suffer bravely. Some clumsily.” He glanced up, catching Tristan’s look of uncertainty. “Some do so quietly, poetically. Parisa does it stubbornly and pointlessly, going on just to go on. Just to avoid defeat: to feel something more than nothing.”

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250. “He’d say: I came to look at art, to marvel at something, and here you are and so I will.”

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