Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “Regan” – Charlotte, he reminded himself too late, but dismissed it as a foregone error – “isn’t just difficult, she’s convoluted. She’s contradictory – honest even when she lies,” he offered as an example, “and rarely the same version twice. She’s confounding, really intricate. Infinite.” That was the word, he thought, clinging to it once he found it. “She’d have to be measured infinitely in order to be calculated, which no one could ever do.”

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302. “Well, if time really was a trap and I was on some sort of predetermined course, that would be a relief,” she said. “The idea that I might have options or other time-spaces to occupy is a little overwhelming.”

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303. “There had been no mother to kiss away the pain, and now the mark of inattention would remain.”

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304. “I could have been enough if you had ever let me.”

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305. “It brought him back to another moment long ago; to another bed, another time... another pillow talk confession.”

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306. “Those eyes in real life were weapons, or possibly anti-weapons. They had kept her out of prison, he was sure of it. Wide-set and oversized and almond-shaped, little picture-boxes of innocence. Frames that made a mockery of everything concealed within.”

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307. “People were always thinking about what to do next. Other people were always planning their futures, moving ahead, and only Regan seemed to notice how the whole thing was just moving in circles.”

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308. “I bet you’ve never gone along with someone else’s idea in your life.”

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309. “Oh, it comforts him, really, not that he’ll ever admit it. Knowing the truth of my sordid nature only confirms Tristan’s deepest suspicions about humanity,” Parisa replied to Libby’s inner thoughts, catching her sidelong glance. “I’m confident Tristan could be stabbed mid-climax and still find the strength to groan out ‘I was right’ before succumbing to the cavernous embrace of death.”

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310. “He was definitely doing math, and she reveled in her possession of it; in being the instrument to channel his thoughts.”

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311. “Sometimes Aldo thought a fall was precisely what he was waiting for.”

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312. “His work would never be done, and that alone was tragic, exhilarating, perfect.”

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313. “She leaned forward. 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. Their hands, meanwhile, stayed back like tired captives, wary prisoners of war.”

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314. “She’d outgrown her container and yes, she still inhabited her body, and temporarily so did he, but they were more than that. This was vastness – and was it him? Was it her? Was it them? Maybe it was all of it, maybe it was everything, maybe he and she were a little speck of everything when they were touching like this, bound to tiny particles in the air. To things that science had yet to find or name or see.”

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315. “I am not good,” Dalton told her, rasping it into her mouth. “No one here is good. Knowledge is carnage. You can’t have it without sacrifice.”

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316. “It wasn’t conflicted, and it certainly wasn’t dramatic; he’d already seen every shade of Regan’s highs and lows. Sometimes she was a marvel, brilliant, creative, witty; sometimes merely predictable, spoiled, manic, vain. It was never particularly cruel, but it was always honest.”

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317. “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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318. “Maybe he’d known it the moment she’d set eyes on him, in some manner of speaking, because it was the first, the only time Tom Parker had even been witnessed. and it was easier to be cruel than it was to be seen.”

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319. “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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320. “That was the peril of thought. Thoughts were so rarely dismissed once they’d been picked up and toyed with, and a mind successfully altered could rarely, if ever, revert.”

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321. “She understands what people want from her, knows when to give it or not. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that the success of a rebellion, knowing what people want, so to vehemently deny what others so desperately desire?”

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322. “The promise of your talents is nothing compared to whatever you ultimately prove to be.”

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323. “I don’t think it counts as learning it if you don’t know what you learned.”

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324. “She knew, after all, which of his motions looked practiced and which of them did not. He wasn’t accustomed to someone being this close to him. This was visibly unrehearsed.”

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

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326. “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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327. “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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328. “Fighting for her life was an old feeling; a dead one, but it resurrected easily.”

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329. “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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330. “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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331. “Death. It was incomplete without an audience.”

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332. “He didn’t ask for very much from Regan, which was ideal, because she didn’t typically give very much. If they tired of each other, they simply didn’t speak. They were good at occupying each other’s spaces. She often thought of him as an accessory that matched with everything; some sort of magical mood ring that adapted to whatever persona she had currently filled.”

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333. “You know, being routinely accused of psychopathy is starting to get on my nerves,” Parisa said dryly.”

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334. “Am I the girl who stays while others leave?”

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335. “What he wants to do is get on his bike and go somewhere he can scream into empty air, where he can take a breath that is not full of her just to prove it can still mean something, just in case.”

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336. “Maybe that’s the big secret, that even though she hates her feelings, she’d still rather have them than not.”

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337. “Capitalism has a terrible tendency to abandon its principles altogether.”

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338. “Regan believes there are two ways to manipulate a man: either to let him pursue you or to let him pursue you in a way that makes him feel he’s the pursuit.”

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339. “But two centuries of anger had not served him nearly as well as one day of honesty.”

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340. “She had the air of someone who had seen a lot and decided to simply close her eyes and stop looking.”

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341. “He didn’t see the problem in loving her that way, with a savagery that felt as ancient as his sorrows, until he realized that the could no longer recall a life without her. It was as if the older versions of him had been erased and could no longer exist. He realized that his relationship whit time, whatever it was before, was now forever altered.”

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342. “You need to be loved, you need someone to believe you’re perfect, you hate being reminded you have flaws.”

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343. “Parisa immersed herself in the scrolls from the Islamic golden age, nipping at a half-formed hunch and uncovering that the Arabic astronomer Ibn al-Haytham had observed about optical illusions the same thing Parisa had observed about the human experience in general – namely, that time was an illusion of itself. Nearly every theory of time was rooted in fallacy, and manipulation of it as a concept was actually accomplished through the mechanism of thought or emotion.”

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344. “Aldo disliked the sensation of being asleep. It felt something very close to being dead, which was an uncomplicated and therefore troubling state of being.”

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345. “I know what people want to hear. You make them want to hear what you know.”

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346. “Science requires a control group. A known lie,” he clarified, “to compare against possible lies.” “And why would you need a control group?” Seemed obvious to him. “Because I want to know when you’re lying to me.”

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347. “How fragile the craving, he thought, and how delicate it was. How easy it would be to snap it between his fingers, to crush it between his palms. How effortlessly the wanting turned into the franticness of taking, and how very, very easy it was to take.”

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348. “I think it’s unrealistic to expect truth all the time.”

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349. “What would happen if I wanted you?” “You would have me.” “And?” “And nothing. That’s it.”

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350. “But the moment we realize we can feel fulfilled without carrying the burdens of belonging to another – that we can experience rapture without being someone’s other half, and therefore beholden to their weaknesses, to their faults and failures and many insufferable fractures – then we’re free, aren’t we?”

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