Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2025 Update)
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201. “It occurred to her that Aldo Damiani was probably something of a rarity himself.”

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

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

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205. “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.”

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206. “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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207. “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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208. “The dark tips of her nails traveled the shape of his upper lip, curving with it, and in another version of this precise moment, he said, Regan, come closer, let’s see what happens, let’s see how the stars shine on your skin.”

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209. “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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210. “You’re telling his side of the story,” Aldo pointed out. “I asked for yours.”

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211. “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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212. “Without Aldo, Regan felt an uneasiness, a restlessness, something close to recklessness or, perhaps, far beyond it. She felt a vibrating sense of blankness, like the buzz of a fluorescent sign. Closed, open, vacancy, no vacancy. She felt like a door swinging open and shut, things coming and going, and she was merely the operator saying, Hold please.”

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

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214. “Generally speaking, Aldo was unlikely to get into any sort of street fight, much less a formal boxing ring. He just liked the reminder that, from time to time, he retained the option of adrenaline and pain.”

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

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216. “There was something awful about feeling rage and wanting to strangle something but instead falling prey to the softness of hormones, welling up with the inadequacy of sadness when what she meant to do was scream.”

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217. “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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218. “Regan suspected that Marc liked her a little broken; he liked expressing concern for her health, because caring for her made her grateful to him and therefore secured her as one of his treasures.”

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

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

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221. “Love simply lives and dies, like anything else.”

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222. “He matched her distance again, their foreheads meeting like old friends; Hello, how are you, been a long time, how nice it is to be here with you.”

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223. “I want you to bet on me, Aldo. I want you to make investments, I want your future.” The last part slipped out. “I want your future, Aldo. I want it for me.”

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224. “Ladies, let’s get in formation.”

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

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226. “I want to see what you see,′ he said. “How will I do that if I never observe you in your natural habitat?”

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227. “Her art would not satisfy him because it wasn’t art at all, wasn’t anything. Art was emotional truth and she had none of that, not one single truth, and this bag was proof of it along with everything else.”

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228. “Aldo found it difficult to focus on something that required so little of his attention;.”

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229. “Because you and I, we are so different, aren’t we, and yet we are more like each other than the rest of the world is like us, for that I bless you, I condemn you, I sanctify you, I sustain you.”

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230. “He seemed to see the world through some lens of necessity, as if everything was purely reflex.”

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231. “Funny how you repeatedly insist that things will change, but some things are just a tale as old as time, aren’t they?”

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232. “Fighting for her life was an old feeling; a dead one, but it resurrected easily.”

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233. “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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234. “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.”

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235. “She was so fundamentally altered that she couldn’t remember what version of her had put herself into that relationship, into that life, or somehow into that shape, which she still looked and felt as is always had but wasn’t anymore.”

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236. “Math is a difficult thing to love, he said. It’s precise and unforgiving, it’s evasive and it will never love me back, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s the thing that I can do that other people can’t, or that other people lack the patience for. Are there worthier things, more rewarding things? Yes, probably. But I don’t know what they are, they never showed themselves to me. Only math did.”

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237. “She was the hunter, not him.”

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238. “That’s absurd,” said Tristan.”

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239. “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.”

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240. “The devils were all here, in this house.”

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241. “You, I think, have a condition of smallness, invisibility.” He sat up, leaning forward. “You are forced to see everything as it is, Tristan,” Callum murmured, “because you think you cannot be seen at all.”

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242. “You and me together, you-and-me-together, you and me. It was a thought that woke her from slumber, like inspiration or a stomachache. It was a notion that could not be doused, couldn’t be extinguished, except by the motion of her brush. She was painting to quiet her thoughts, the way they scribbled themselves in her mind, leaping and darting like insects, alighting on different planes.”

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243. “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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244. “She didn’t even spare a breath. “Yes,” she said, and closed her eyes, warming silently in the grass.”

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245. “Reina hadn’t known her mother very well, but she was pretty sure that this speech was a very sad way for her story to end – that all could be said of her unremarkable life was that she was proficient at two jobs. Nothing about whether she sang off-key in the shower or was fearful of garden snakes, or anything to give her any real shape at all.”

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246. “She did that, love him invasively, exploring him like the depths of the sea.”

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247. “More interesting than the game is always the players, you know. Well, I suppose more accurately,” he amended, “the game is different depending on the players.”

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248. “Is it not a proven fact of history that power isn’t meant to exist in the hands of the very few?”

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249. “There was a hardness to her expression, a shadow beneath her eyes, suggesting something had been weighing on her. “Now, it seems everything has always been a lie. A lie that I was stupid enough to believe.”

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250. “In Regan’s opinion, marriage was very easy to do if you simply operated in totally separate spheres.”

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