Top 400 Olivie Blake Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “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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352. “It was an old trick, really, death and disappearance to start anew.”

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353. “Was there such a thing as too much power?”

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354. “This was a torment she would seek again and again. The trauma of him was exquisite, the vice of his intimacy combative and honeyed.”

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355. “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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356. “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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357. “We can’t help clinging to our origins, Callum said. The past always seems more ordered, Rhodes. It always seems clearer, more straightforward, easier to understand. We have a craving for it, that sense of simplicity, but only an idiot would ever chase the past, because our perception of it is false – it was never that the world was simple. Just that in retrospect it could be known, and therefore understood.”

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358. “You resent privilege in all its forms, including your own, yet you show no desire to unmake the present system. I think someday you will awaken to your own conviction, and when you do, something will compel you forward.”

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359. “This was just the world. You trusted people, you loved them, you offered them the dignity of your time and the intimacy of your thoughts and the fraility of your hope and they either accepted it and cared for it or they rejected it and destroyed it and in the end, none of it was up to you. This was just what you got. Heartbreak was inevitable. Disappointment assured.”

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360. “She proved herself alive by proving this day had never been lived before, that this thing had never been felt or never tasted or never wanted...”

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

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

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

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367. “Everything was about money, but if you had enough of it you could forget that was true.”

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368. “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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369. “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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370. “Moderately epic.”

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371. “We might have had a very dull life together- mundane, you know? And probably wonderful.”

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372. “Men, conceptually, are canceled.”

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

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374. “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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375. “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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376. “I’m keeping you from death, not letting you live. There’s a difference.”

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377. “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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378. “This feeling, this flutter in my chest and this lightness in my bones and this flicker in my blood, this must be happiness. This must be what it feels like to be happy.”

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

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380. “She used them, her lies, sparingly these days. She found they were like old coping mechanisms, like the old pair of crutches she’d had when she was eight; something she’d kept around, just in case, until her mother had cleaned the basement and decided to throw them away.”

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381. “He was a mystery, which was interesting. He never quite did or said what she thought he was going to, though that could become its own kind of predictable after a while.”

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

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

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

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

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388. “God demanded blood in almost every culture. Was magic any different?”

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389. “You and me, you and me, you and me, Aldo, Aldo, Rinaldo, I am more addicted to the thought of your name on my tongue than I am to any other form of vice.”

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

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391. “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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392. “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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393. “Regan didn’t want to die, obviously – nothing that emergent. She just wanted something reasonably compelling; something that would make him think about how precious time was, how every moment of it should be spent at her side, the two of them together.”

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

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395. “Of course you get a say,” Libby corrected him. “You can say, ‘Libby, I love you and I support you,’ or you can say something else.”

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

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

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398. “He finds the monsters we keep locked away and sets them loose, so why would I ever want him to see mine?”

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

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400. “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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