Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “I’m beginning to understand that the supernatural has its own flavor of tedium,” Vi replied. “I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything in this world that doesn’t ultimately amount to minutiae. Or any other world, for that matter,” she amended, shrugging, “considering we’re all about to be brought down by irresponsible accountancy.”

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252. “Bad’ was knowing how sweetly he could kiss her, while seeing just how bitterly the whole thing was a lie.”

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253. “This time, she would close her eyes. She would inhale deeply. She would do what she had done before but this time she would not let herself fail, because she was no longer frightened. She was no longer aching. She was no longer desperate for the crutch of someone else’s faith.”

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254. “She was powerful on her own. She did not need his oversight. She did not want it.”

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255. “She understood the compulsion to seek out more space. To lessen to a speck of nothingness.”

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256. “I cry when it rains, I pick fights sometimes, I don’t know why. I look at the sky and feel this inexplicable sense of dread. I’m afraid that everything will end; are you ever afraid like that?”

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257. “Now Callum’s mistake was obvious: he had thought to prove himself strong, but nobody wanted strength. Not like his. Strength was for machines and monsters; the others could not relate to faultlessness or perfection. Humans wanted humanity, and that meant he would have to show evidence of weakness.”

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258. “Unfortunately, setting fire to Nico de Varona’s undergarments was considered unacceptable behavior.”

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259. “He says my number one quality is my attention span and I should never let anyone tell me otherwise.”

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260. “It was at moments like this, high enough to inhale the promise of risk, that the whittled lines of city streets brought out his lingering melancholy; that l’appel du vide, the call of the void.”

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261. “She didn’t feel whole with Aldo inside her. Instead, she felt splintered; like she became, in his hands, an infinite number of pieces, an entire infinity herself. Like she and eternity and omnipotence were the same, or like omniscience could be equated to the sound of his ragged breath in her ear. She wanted him to mess her up, deplete her, to deliver her to something lesser, something baser. Something less inclined to rational thought, and instead diminished only to sensations.”

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262. “I worry that if you try to keep up with her, you’ll burn out, Rinaldo.”

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263. “He was a mystery, which was interesting. He never quite did or said what she thought he was going to, though that could become its own kind of predictable after a while.”

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264. “Where are we in the cosmos, because I have lived this so many times in fantasy that it has become six different forms of reality and now, tell me, which reality are we?”

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265. “But to set one’s sights on one particular outcome is to necessitate a shift in some direction, enduring and irreversible. 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 a magic as true and as real as any other.”

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266. “Should anything harm your body, your thoughts will cease. Such is the manner of the living for a mortal.”

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267. “You wouldn’t make love with him, you’d make art.”

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268. “No, Nico, I would have lit on fire anyone with even the slightest intention of harming you, and that is the kind of friend I am, when I choose to be a friend.”

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269. “Maybe that’s the big secret, that even though she hates her feelings, she’d still rather have them than not. Maybe the enormity of it all is that she hates the highs and the lows and she knows they’re Bad, that they’re Not Supposed To Happen, but she is not herself without them. She misses herself. She doesn’t really know who she is but she wants to know, she wants to find out, and she can’t do it with pills. She understands that might be hard for him.”

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270. “Life was, for Regan, a cycle of arriving and leaving, passing through a revolving door. When she left, which she always did, she left quietly; not even a gust of wind but a little breeze, hardly a disturbance at all.”

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271. “Then, for the first time in three years, four months, and fifteen days, Charlotte Regan began to paint.”

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272. “I don’t think we’re really capable of loving the things our parents love.”

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273. “Part of Regan irrationally resented the girl for not knowing that Aldo Damiani was closest to handsome when he was talking about bees.”

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274. “He had learned over time to keep his thoughts to himself, which was most easily accomplished if his brain activity was split into categories. His mind was like a computer with multiple applications open, some of them buzzing with contemplation in the background. Most of the time Aldo did not give others the impression he was listening, a suspicion that was generally correct.”

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275. “Aldo could be patient with the concept of nothing. Emptiness repulsed Regan, filling her with abject terror, but the concept of zero was something that Aldo had come to accept.”

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276. “Was there such a thing as too much power?”

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277. “Brandt had traveled all of the worlds, carrying nothing but a book and the knowledge of the places Fox liked to touch and where he liked to be touched. Of where he sought to conquer and where he laid himself adrift in Brandt’s so often shaking hands.”

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278. “She couldn’t prevent the urge to know his thoughts, She wanted to lace them between her fingers, to root them in her hands, to twine them around her limbs until he’d secured her within the invisible web of his carefully ordered madness.”

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

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

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282. “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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283. “She was the hunter, not him.”

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284. “An ending is only an ending, she thought, when both parties agree they’ve reached the end.”

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285. “She had hands that itched to be busy, to be occupied by something or another, but it seemed every time she sat down lately, her mind simply went blank.”

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286. “There’s something about women, and in particular, women whose survival depends on conscienceless men. Men who have everything are careless with trinkets, and so those trinkets, like Mayra Kaleka, learn to care for themselves, and sometimes, if they are either very blessed or very cursed, they learn to care for others.”

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287. “He smiled at her like: Isn’t it great? Yes, she thought, pained. Yes, it is perilously wonderful to suffer so sweetly with you.”

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288. “For Aldo, to love something was to study it; to devote every spare thought to understanding it.”

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289. “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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290. “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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291. “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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292. “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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293. “Give me a chance to show you that this, whatever exists between us, it’s not an accident.”

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

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

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297. “Too many people had refused when she had wished that they would beg her to stay, and now, because of them, she had let him go so easily, unclenching all her fingers at once.”

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

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

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300. “Just to make sure he could fix it the moment an unpleasant thought crossed her mind, which it didn’t, but just in case it did, he never left her.”

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