Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Yes,” he said – he would have said it to anything, she could have suggested a mutiny and he’d have searched tirelessly for an axe, a pitchfork, Excalibur itself – and she smiled up at him, lifting her chin to permit him full view of her approval. The prospect of it, of anything, buzzed in his veins.”

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252. “Memory was a luxury not to be wasted on the unworthy.”

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253. “I ought to defenestrate you from that window.”

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254. “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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255. “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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256. “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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257. “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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258. “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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259. “It was a small, gentle cruelty of life that most people with a true sense of purpose lack the talent to achieve it. The people with talent are far more likely directionless, an odd but unavoidable irony.”

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

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261. “That was all art was, wasn’t it? The blatant exposition of the inside of her head.”

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262. “Death was only another word for annihilation.”

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

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

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265. “More interesting than the game is always the players, you know.”

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266. “Cravings were wishes that could be satisfied, but compulsions were needs that must be met.”

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267. “He’d practice with that lately, closing off his senses. Disassociating, disintegrating, twisting the dials that separated his body from the ceaseless nature of itself. It was a simple forfeiture this time, relinquishing his rights to observe anything at all. Falling to his proverbial knees and saying yes, all right then, I yield.”

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

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270. “Very human of him, to long for a collective.”

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271. “The freedom of endless choices wasn’t meant for human minds.”

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

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273. “So be it. This is what it means to live.”

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274. “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.”

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275. “She’d given him arrows and he’d shot, and now parts of her were gaping holes, flayed and filleted and left behind as open wounds.”

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276. “Because if you don’t have something to figure out, then you have no reason to keep going?”

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277. “It isn’t constancy that keeps us alive, it’s the progression we use to move us. Because everything is always the same until, very suddenly, it isn’t.”

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278. “He rubbed at his temple like she was a headache, a formula that wouldn’t obey, and it stung her. She, like his thoughts, had drained him, and the pain of knowing it festered in her chest.”

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279. “Moderately epic.”

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280. “I see. And what can I do for you, Professor?” “Die,” she said. “Slowly. Painfully.” “Understandable,” said Atlas.”

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281. “He felt confident that there would be a moment when all the disjointed parts that made Charlotte Regan so incomprehensible to him would form a recognizable shape, and then he would understand the basis of the problem.”

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282. “Libby had known that about Ezra, the way he tended to want to save her from her anxieties instead of simply listening when she spoke. He wanted her to want to be rescued, and she had thought the occasional decision to indulge him was just something people did in relationships. Male ego or whatever. Things good girlfriends did in order to keep the peace.”

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283. “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.”

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284. “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.”

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

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286. “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.”

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

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288. “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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289. “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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290. “So perhaps forgiveness was better not asked.”

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

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292. “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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293. “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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294. “He seemed to see the world through some lens of necessity, as if everything was purely reflex.”

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295. “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 –.”

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

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

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298. “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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299. “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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300. “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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