Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “The world loved to take a beautiful woman and exclaim at the charm of her single imperfection.”

— Olivie Blake

202. “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

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

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204. “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

205. “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

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

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

209. “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

210. “Give me a chance to show you that this, whatever exists between us, it’s not an accident.”

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211. “With Regan, everything came down to sacredness.”

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212. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

214. “Isis, smartly: “Well, I’m a demon. I’m always right, especially when it’s annoying.”

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215. “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

216. “I could have been enough if you had ever let me.”

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217. “She made devastation look like riches, like jewels.”

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218. “The past is nothing. We are everything.”

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219. “Ambition was such a dirty word, so tainted, but she had it.”

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220. “We can’t help clinging to our origins, Callum said. The past always seems more ordered, Rhodes. It always seems clearer, more straightforward, easier to understand. We have a craving for it, that sense of simplicity, but only an idiot would ever chase the past, because our perception of it is false – it was never that the world was simple. Just that in retrospect it could be known, and therefore understood.”

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221. “This was just the world. You trusted people, you loved them, you offered them the dignity of your time and the intimacy of your thoughts and the fraility of your hope and they either accepted it and cared for it or they rejected it and destroyed it and in the end, none of it was up to you. This was just what you got. Heartbreak was inevitable. Disappointment assured.”

— Olivie Blake

222. “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.”

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223. “She’d outgrown her container and yes, she still inhabited her body, and temporarily so did he, but they were more than that. This was vastness – and was it him? Was it her? Was it them? Maybe it was all of it, maybe it was everything, maybe he and she were a little speck of everything when they were touching like this, bound to tiny particles in the air. To things that science had yet to find or name or see.”

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

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225. “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

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

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227. “Consumption, that’s what this is. He is being willingly eaten alive.”

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228. “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.”

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229. “The promise of your talents is nothing compared to whatever you ultimately prove to be.”

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230. “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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231. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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233. “Until then, drink expensive liquor, buy some nice shoes, and make a man stop talking by sitting comfortably on his face.”

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234. “Maybe that’s the big secret, that even though she hates her feelings, she’d still rather have them than not.”

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235. “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?”

— Olivie Blake

236. “You know, being routinely accused of psychopathy is starting to get on my nerves,” Parisa said dryly.”

— Olivie Blake

237. “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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238. “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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239. “They’d had a knack for it from the beginning, a way of becoming the other’s beginning and end.”

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240. “Parisa immersed herself in the scrolls from the Islamic golden age, nipping at a half-formed hunch and uncovering that the Arabic astronomer Ibn al-Haytham had observed about optical illusions the same thing Parisa had observed about the human experience in general – namely, that time was an illusion of itself. Nearly every theory of time was rooted in fallacy, and manipulation of it as a concept was actually accomplished through the mechanism of thought or emotion.”

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241. “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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242. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

243. “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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244. “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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245. “I think it’s unrealistic to expect truth all the time.”

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246. “What would happen if I wanted you?” “You would have me.” “And?” “And nothing. That’s it.”

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247. “Beginnings and endings, stardust and stars.”

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248. “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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249. “Bees are for you.”

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

— Olivie Blake