Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “The devils were all here, in this house.”

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

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354. “Left to their own devices, humans will inevitably care for one another at great detriment to themselves. Within every human being is the power to see the world as it is and still be compelled to save it. It is not one side or the other. Both are true. Flip the coin and see where it lands.”

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355. “It’s a very nice cage, but a cage nonetheless.”

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356. “If Parisa hadn’t already been aware how little men cared for evidence of female frustration, she might have grimaced.”

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357. “That old reflex never died; the little pang of Don’t go, just stay. Settle over me like the tide, cover me like a blanket, wrap around me like the sun. Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.”

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358. “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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359. “She was the hunter, not him.”

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

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361. “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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362. “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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363. “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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364. “I told myself that I would exist wholly in this moment, and this one, and this one, and thus over time I would simply change. I would be grounded. I would be better. I would hate myself less, or at least less often.”

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365. “The process if maintaining her existence had become so exhausting that the only option was to succumb to eternal nothingness, drifting to the bottom of some unexplorable deep.”

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366. “I’m obviously delirious from my full time job as an academic.”

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

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368. “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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369. “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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370. “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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371. “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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372. “Give me a chance to show you that this, whatever exists between us, it’s not an accident.”

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

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374. “I don’t care for the ants in Texas,” he said, adjusting his collar. “They’re too big and they bite.”

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375. “To have lived is, as he tells it, reward enough in itself.”

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376. “They both paused, sipping from their respective thoughts. “I like it,” he said. “What?” He loosened the wine from his lips. “Your brain.”

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

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379. “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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380. “With Regan, everything came down to sacredness.”

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

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382. “Within every human being is the power to see the world as it is and still be driven to destroy it.”

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383. “People have secrets, Fox,” Volos said in his ear, a perfect imitation of his godfather’s voice. “Understand a person’s heart, what makes them soft and what makes them hard, and find the source. Then – ” The demon king gave a delicate laugh. “What was it? Ah, yes.” His fingers tightened again. “Drive it in them like a knife.”

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384. “Above him were stars. Beneath him was grass. There was wonder here, even if Regan no longer saw it. Even if she no longer felt it, he would feel it for both of them. He would translate it for her later. He would learn to draw it for her, he thought, or to write it, or graph it. She seemed to appreciate things she could see.”

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385. “Sometimes, Masha, my eyes open and I know, somewhere in my bones, that I have formed myself to the shape of waking up beside you. Sometimes I smell your perfume on a breeze and wonder how it’s possible that I still know the scent of you so well. Sometimes I wake up with the taste of you on my lips, and I know, Masha, that the only reason you ever gave your heart to me to begin with was because it would never belong to anyone else, and neither of us could ever forget it.”

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386. “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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387. “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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388. “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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389. “There had been no mother to kiss away the pain, and now the mark of inattention would remain.”

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

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

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392. “I will always be the one to find in you what nobody else can see.”

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393. “Do you really believe people are so isolated that when they’re gone, nothing grows in their place? To really kill something, you have to kill everything.”

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394. “You’re nothing until someone wants you dead, remember that.”

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395. “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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396. “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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397. “I bet you’ve never gone along with someone else’s idea in your life.”

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398. “You should be warned, though, whatever else you take from this, that knowledge is always carnage. Power is a siren song, bloodstained and miserly hoarded. Forgiveness is not a given. Redemption is not a right.”

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399. “I have no powers, but I have known bliss and grief and suffering, and for two hundred mortal years, I have felt every facet of it all.”

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400. “Mortals have nothing on the gods or creatures for power, but we know a thing or two about self-destruction.”

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