Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Love simply lives and dies, like anything else.”

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302. “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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303. “A kiss that went on for half a moment, endlessly, and lasted infinitesimally, for years. It was trauma and mortality, legend and mythology, and then, out of oblivion, a little whisper of, “Does he taste like me?”

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

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305. “How pathetic, thinking she could simply look at a gallery of intimacy and then approximate it for arousal in her head. Funny how desire had blended with closeness in her mind; how she’d confused pure physicality for the sensation of being whole.”

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

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308. “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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309. “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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310. “He seemed to see the world through some lens of necessity, as if everything was purely reflex.”

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

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313. “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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314. “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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315. “Ladies, let’s get in formation.”

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316. “She’d stopped wearing makeup around him and it was a beautiful, destructive thing, seeing her eyes so clearly.”

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317. “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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318. “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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319. “Aldo found it difficult to focus on something that required so little of his attention;.”

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320. “You, I think, have a condition of smallness, invisibility.” He sat up, leaning forward. “You are forced to see everything as it is, Tristan,” Callum murmured, “because you think you cannot be seen at all.”

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321. “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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322. “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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323. “She didn’t even spare a breath. “Yes,” she said, and closed her eyes, warming silently in the grass.”

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324. “Reina hadn’t known her mother very well, but she was pretty sure that this speech was a very sad way for her story to end – that all could be said of her unremarkable life was that she was proficient at two jobs. Nothing about whether she sang off-key in the shower or was fearful of garden snakes, or anything to give her any real shape at all.”

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325. “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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326. “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 magic as true and as real as any other.”

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327. “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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328. “Math is a difficult thing to love, he said. It’s precise and unforgiving, it’s evasive and it will never love me back, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s the thing that I can do that other people can’t, or that other people lack the patience for. Are there worthier things, more rewarding things? Yes, probably. But I don’t know what they are, they never showed themselves to me. Only math did.”

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329. “She was the hunter, not him.”

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330. “That’s absurd,” said Tristan.”

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331. “Okay, he said, and as she dropped her attention back to her parchment, Aldo contemplated going back to live in that single second of time, when he and she had existed in perfect synchronicity.”

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

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

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334. “Consumption, that’s what this is. He is being willingly eaten alive.”

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335. “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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336. “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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337. “She did that, love him invasively, exploring him like the depths of the sea.”

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338. “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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339. “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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340. “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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341. “Aldo contemplated going back to live in that single second of time, when he and she had existed in perfect synchronicity.”

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

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343. “He planned to stop there, but for whatever reason – perhaps because talking to a cat was its own form of meditation – he kept going.”

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344. “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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345. “Lives are meant to be taken back, not saved.”

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346. “Men, conceptually, are canceled,” Libby said to her knees. “This Society? Founded by men, I guarantee it. Kill someone for initiation? A man’s idea. Totally male.”

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347. “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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348. “Bees are for you.”

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

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350. “That was how all of science worked, anyway. They were all pieces of some other eventual thing. The atom was part of the atomic bomb. Cataclysm, carnage, world wars, subprime mortgage lending, bank bailouts. In Callum’s mind, human history was interesting because of humans, not science.”

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