Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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301. “They struggled to properly disentwine, or worse. They became strange, molded copies of the other.”

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302. “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.”

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303. “He’d say: I came to look at art, to marvel at something, and here you are and so I will.”

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

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306. “It is to win against your demons, he said, and therefore gain mastery of yourself.”

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307. “These keys of mine,” she said. “If you could have one of them.” It was an implied question: If you could open only one part of me for your consumption, for your delectation, for the whims of your carnivorous mind, which part would you wish to see?”

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

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

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310. “What you’re willing to accept doesn’t change what I’m willing to give.”

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311. “Tristan stared after her, wondering if he ought to push the issue. Nico probably would, but Tristan wasn’t Nico. It was one of his favorite things about himself, actually, that he wasn’t Nico.”

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312. “Was it seduction or torment?”

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313. “Everyone has magic and dreams. The limitation‘s were not to law of physics, but rather in the control of the dreamer.”

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314. “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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315. “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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316. “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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317. “Unfortunately, setting fire to Nico de Varona’s undergarments was considered unacceptable behavior.”

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

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319. “The point is there are no villains in this story, or maybe there are no heroes.”

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320. “Dream magic! It made no sense and it did not need to. There was no science here, only vibes.”

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321. “She was built on a foundation of avoidance for the sake of self-preservation.”

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322. “Libby, the fringed girl whose anxieties were so prickly and unceasing they set Callum’s teeth on.”

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

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324. “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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325. “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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326. “I worry that if you try to keep up with her, you’ll burn out, Rinaldo.”

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327. “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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328. “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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329. “Should anything harm your body, your thoughts will cease. Such is the manner of the living for a mortal.”

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330. “Because you, Miss Kamali,” Dalton promised her with a flick of his tongue, “are the most dangerous thing in every world, including this one.”

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331. “The horror of knowing what it meant to be a soulmate. Not quite as romantic as the stories made it seem.”

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332. “The primary business of the Nova family, who controlled a magical media conglomerate, was beauty. It was grandeur. It was also all an illusion, every single bit of it, and Callum was the falsest illusion of all. He sold the commodity of vanity, and he was good at it. Better than good.”

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

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335. “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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336. “If you saw what I saw, you’d choose betrayal, too.”

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337. “Extremely unnerving. Very quiet. He’s given me at least seven jump-scares because he walks so quietly. It’s like having a cat that startles you while you’re reading.”

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338. “For such a smart girl, she could be really stupid.”

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339. “Fear of what? Failure, probably. She was the sort of perfectionist who was so desperately frightened of being any degree of inadequate that, on occasion, the effort of trying at all was enough to paralyze her with doubt.”

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340. “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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341. “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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342. “Was there such a thing as too much power?”

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343. “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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344. “No,” Brandt agreed. “There are no others,” he said, a declarative statement so rare and precious Fox wished he could capture it in his hands; hold a feast in its honor; commit the occasion to stone beneath his feet; “and there never will be.”

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345. “Because I learned there was a new piece of me to go with every new piece I found of you, and that’s wonderful.”

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346. “Betrayal is a soft term. I traffic in absolutes.”

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347. “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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348. “She was the hunter, not him.”

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

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350. “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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