Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “She made devastation look like riches, like jewels.”

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

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

— Olivie Blake

204. “Genius is frequently a side effect of mania.”

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205. “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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206. “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

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

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209. “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

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

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

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212. “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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213. “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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214. “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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215. “The presumption that she was in pieces just because she had once been broken was a dangerous one.”

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

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

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218. “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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219. “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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220. “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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221. “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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222. “They’d had a knack for it from the beginning, a way of becoming the other’s beginning and end.”

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223. “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

224. “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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225. “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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226. “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

227. “It was intimate because it was not. It was religious because it was not. It was beautiful because, at the heart of it, it was twisted and soulless and ugly, and therefore it mirrored something masochistic in Regan herself.”

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228. “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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229. “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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230. “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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231. “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.”

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

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233. “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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234. “I ought to defenestrate you from that window.”

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235. “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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236. “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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237. “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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238. “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.”

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239. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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241. “A kiss that went on for half a moment, endlessly, and lasted infinitesimally, for years. It was trauma and mortality, legend and mythology, and then, out of oblivion, a little whisper of, “Does he taste like me?”

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242. “How pathetic, thinking she could simply look at a gallery of intimacy and then approximate it for arousal in her head. Funny how desire had blended with closeness in her mind; how she’d confused pure physicality for the sensation of being whole.”

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243. “You must wonder sometimes if it would be easier not to exist.”

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244. “Her ship? It’s always sinking, she hates it, it’s either sinking or it’s exploding, either way it never seems to be going anywhere.”

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245. “This was a life of no expectations, which was the safest kind of life.”

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246. “People were such delicate little playthings.”

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247. “They had not even disentangled and already, Dalton was looking for ways to make her the villain of his femme fatale narrative, which was hardly something she had the time or patience for.”

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248. “His brain didn’t approach things in an easily observable way; he unintentionally skipped steps and was then forced to move backwards, usually by the sound of some throat-clearing distress at his back.”

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249. “Unluck,” Dalton repeated. “Hexes are of course the most direct form; intentional bad luck caused to the victim. The other two – ” “Jinxes are inconveniences, entanglements,” said Libby. “And curses are deliberate harm?”

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250. “That she will keep turning corners until she finds him.”

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