Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Grief, oh god, the weight of it. Depression was hollow, sadness was vacant. Neither was anything like this.”

— Olivie Blake

252. “Whenever you’re ready. When you’ve finished making heaven and earth your domain, come back.”

— Olivie Blake

253. “Even when there’s nothing to live for, there’s always the next meal.”

— Olivie Blake

254. “Is that possible? Removing my womanhood from the equation?”

— Olivie Blake

255. “The world was filled poets who thought a woman’s love had unmade them.”

— Olivie Blake

256. “God demanded blood in almost every culture. Was magic any different?”

— Olivie Blake

257. “Maybe after a lifetime of being useless, Tristan simply wanted to be used.”

— Olivie Blake

258. “Aldo was not a ‘right now’ sort of person.”

— Olivie Blake

259. “You have a problem,” Parisa observed, arching a brow. “Nonsense. I have a hobby,” said Callum. “It’s everyone else who has a problem.”

— Olivie Blake

260. “Why didn’t you let me choose you?” he asked hoarsely. “I would have gone to you, Masha, if you’d asked. You would’ve only had to ask, and I would have chosen you over everything.”

— Olivie Blake

261. “She was the sun, the moon, and the stars. She was fantasy incarnate, and she had chosen him.”

— Olivie Blake

262. “She’d always liked that she could read him so plainly, while everyone else was such a chore to interpret. She was constantly behaving like a person who didn’t actually speak English – listening, translating, thinking, then translating again to try to say something back in a language the other person understood. Exhausting. More often than not she disregarded the effort altogether, just as she did now.”

— Olivie Blake

263. “Are you not tired? All the work, all the running you can’t escape. I feel it in you, around you. You can’t feel anything, can you? Just heroism, exhaustion. Your exhaustion is you.”

— Olivie Blake

264. “From somewhere in his mind’s periphery he caught the vestiges of a very Rhodesian sigh – Varona, honestly, like the proverbial chord that David played to annoy the Lord.”

— Olivie Blake

265. “Everything was about money, but if you had enough of it you could forget that was true.”

— Olivie Blake

266. “We might have had a very dull life together- mundane, you know? And probably wonderful.”

— Olivie Blake

267. “I like you with a little carnage.”

— Olivie Blake

268. “To Gideon, time felt especially theoretical. Like something he would always chase and never really have. He wished he could say that the feeling was a portent, that it was knowledge of significance, but it was something terrible, something worse. Dread. Hope. Two sides of the same desperation. Belief that if a moment was perfect, it was surely undeserved; it wasn’t meant to last. Cosmic significance dictated that light would fade; that something gold could never stay.”

— Olivie Blake

269. “For the last time, I do not think I am holy. I am not divine.”

— Olivie Blake

270. “Well, I’m sure it was all exactly as playful as you imagine and not at all some kind of ongoing experiment to indoctrinate you into their cult of homicidal academia.”

— Olivie Blake

271. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

272. “You resent privilege in all its forms, including your own, yet you show no desire to unmake the present system. I think someday you will awaken to your own conviction, and when you do, something will compel you forward.”

— Olivie Blake

273. “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...”

— Olivie Blake

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

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276. “Dummies, every single one of us. The gifted ones most of all.”

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277. “More like the fear of motherhood – of knowing fear will never really leave you and still there are no other options, no other choices, because to love something is to care for it, to glimpse everything you will someday lose and still go on as if that loss will not destroy you. Because for better or worse, and so often it was worse, that love was as much a burden as a blessing. It was an anchor to all the grace and cruelty of this life.”

— Olivie Blake

278. “He didn’t understand the way money made decisions, the way the on a looming, unavoidable scale, money determined what was wrong or right more critically than Sunday school or philosophical preponderance of thought. Money was a gift, a burden, one version of a cost.”

— Olivie Blake

279. “Rome falls. Everything falls. You will fall too. You will fall soon.”

— Olivie Blake

280. “Si no usaba esta vida, entonces la estaba desperdiciando.”

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281. “Libby Roads was an anxious, impending meltdown whose decisions were based entirely on what she had allowed the world to shape her into. She was more powerful than all of them, except for Nico. And of course she was. Because that was her curse.”

— Olivie Blake

282. “Regan always felt most secure in the hands of a man with no misconceptions of her flaws, because for better or worse, he would not be swayed by the possibility of their resurgence.”

— Olivie Blake

283. “A kiss that went on for half a moment, endlessly, and lasted infinitesimally, for years. It was trauma and mortality, legend and mythology.”

— Olivie Blake

284. “As with any chronic condition, his survival was a matter of becoming more comfortable, not some elusive unreality of being wholly pain-free. The trick was managing it until it no longer bit so angrily or stung.”

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285. “You cannot make this world respect you. You cannot make it dignify you. It will never bend to you. This world does not belong to you, Reina Mori, you belong to it, and perhaps when it is ready for a revolution it will look to you for leadership.”

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286. “So perhaps forgiveness was better not asked.”

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287. “You know why you don’t understand me?” Parisa answered Reina’s thoughts, stepping closer to lower her voice. “Because you think you’ve figured me out. You think you’ve met me before, other versions of women like me, but you have no idea what I am. You think my looks are what make me? My ambitions? You can’t begin to know the sum of my parts, and you can stare all you like, but you won’t see a damn thing until I show you.”

— Olivie Blake

288. “When you no longer exist, you will have left nothing behind.”

— Olivie Blake

289. “It’s art because it’s art, which is circular in its way,” she said, and then blinked, that same half-smile lingering at the edges of her mouth when she turned to face him. “A perfect circle, if you will,” she said, “because it is and it was and it will be, all at once.”

— Olivie Blake

290. “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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291. “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.”

— Olivie Blake

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

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293. “Immortality is empty without you,’ Brandt told him, hoping for once in his stubborn, impossible life that Fox D’mora would listen to him. ‘Eternal youth is nothing, Fox, without you –.”

— Olivie Blake

294. “Sometimes it seemed he belonged more to the realm of dreams than to the world of the living.”

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295. “People think beauty is such a prized thing, but not you. Not yours. Your beauty is a curse.”

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296. “She glanced up from her cup of coffee, managing to pull a small half smile from some useless junk drawer in her mind.”

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

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

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300. “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.”

— Olivie Blake