Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Forgetting is essential to learning, just as exhaling is essential to breathing. Breathe out, then in. Find the self, then lose it once again. Thus, the path goes ever onward.”

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202. “Laughter spews from between my teeth. I would die for the truth that all men are created equal. But in the kingdom of death, amidst ramparts of bodies and wind all of screams, there is a king, and his name is not Lune. It is Reaper.”

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203. “If you punch me back, you will be sent home, Pixie.” I kick him in the shin.”

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204. “She will not come back, but her beauty, her voice, will echo until the end of time. She believed in something beyond herself, and her death gave her voice power it didn’t have in life.”

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205. “But even as I yearn for it, I fear it. Because the more I see of this cruel world, the less I believe it ends in some pleasant fiction.”

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206. “This hurts so much. Eo. I miss her. I miss home. What was her second gift? I never found out. Her sister never told me.”

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207. “My test comes after two months of training my mind with Dancer. I do not memorize. I do not even really learn when with him. Instead, his training is designed to help my mind adapt to paradigm shifts. For instance, if a fish has 3,453 scales on its left side and 3,453 on its right side, which side of the fish has the most scales? The outside. They call it extrapolational thinking. It was how I knew that I should eat the scythe card when I first met Dancer. I am very good at it.”

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208. “We are the new age. The new world. And if we’re to show the way, then we better damn well make it a better one. I am Sevro au Barca. And I am no longer afraid.”

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209. “Stories are the wealth of humanity!”

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210. “I can’t hate him any more than I can hate myself. Maybe that isn’t forgiveness, but it’s all I have to give.”

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211. “He has to play my game!” Sevro says. “Shithead isn’t getting out till he plays nice. I’ll give him a riddle instead. What do I have in my pocket?”

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212. “He looks like a Miltonian angel falling with wrath and glory. His exoskeleton sheds its friction armor, as Lucifer might have shed the fetters of heaven, feathers of flame peeling off, fluttering behind. Then a missile slashes the sky and high-grade explosives christen him mortal once again.”

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213. “You’re the bloodydamn messiah the Reds have been waiting for their entire lives.”

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214. “I speak the midLingo. It’s more comfortable than that highLingo fartdust Priam jabbers on in.”

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215. “A man thinks he can fly, but he is afraid to jump. A poor friend pushes him from behind.” He looks up at me. “A good friend jumps with.”

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216. “Per aspera ad astra.” “Through the thorns to the stars.” Sevro snickers. “You fancy little fart. Omnis vir lupus.” Everyone a wolf.”

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217. “He tells us how the Persians were felled, how the Romans collapsed because their rulers forgot how their parents gained them an empire. He prattles about Muslim dynasties and European effeminacy and Chinese regionalism and American self-loathing and self-neutering. All the ancient names.”

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218. “I used to think the life strands of my friends frayed around me, because mine was too strong. Now I realize that when we are wound together, we make something unbreakable. Something that lasts long after this life ends. My.”

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219. “They are terrible. Terribly rich. Terribly talented. And their chief virtue lies in their ability to sin. They’re prodigies at it.”

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220. “I now need, as I’ll need at the head of a rebellion, followers, not slaves. Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.”

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221. “I know magic isn’t real. I know it’s all science. But if I don’t know the science, it might as well be magic.”

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222. “Let him think he owns me. Let him welcome me into his house, so I might burn it down.”

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223. “How sad, the dependability of greed to make men fools.”

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224. “He’s not really a Goblin. He’s actually very sweet.”

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225. “Have we arrived?” “Just.” “Verdict?” “My goodman, do I look like your valet?” “No. She was much fairer. With better bedside manner.” “Adorable, pretending you just had one.” I raise an eyebrow. “You should talk, prince of Mars.” Cassius au Bellona grunts.”

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226. “All ears yearn for a voice to lead them through darkness.”

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227. “That gulf that divided us is still there, filled with questions and recriminations and guilt, but that’s only part of love, part of being human. Everything is cracked, everything is stained except the fragile moments that hang crystalline in time and make life worth living.”

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228. “A friend may reach through the bars and hold our hand, but they cannot open the door for us. Only the prisoner has the key. All I can do is remind him we’re waiting for him when he gets out.”

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229. “So this kid is what? A predestined Alexander? A Caesar? A Genghis? A Wiggin?” I ask. “This is slagging nonsense.”

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230. “Everyone’s honest till they’re caught in a lie.”

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231. “This is the Noble Lie. Every frayed nerve, every quaking cell, screams in horror, urging me to crawl out of the tube, to escape this insanity. Is a man a coward if he realizes that bravery is just a myth the old tell the young so they line up for the meatgrinder? My first toy was a wooden sword. Adults think it adorable.”

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232. “This is war. And victory is the only nobility.”

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233. “Anyone who writes books is at least mostly an introvert. It’s amazing to be able to share that internalized part of myself, that little world that no one really knows about. I just wrote down it down on a piece of paper just to be crazy, and people loving that is so strange.”

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234. “He disagrees with the rules, but he follows them. It is possible. I can do the same until I have power enough to change them.”

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235. “That to wipe my ass, you golden pricklick?”

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236. “I hate this process. All it is is a confirmation of the superiority of the Golds. It takes all this to make me their physical equal. No wonder we serve them. It.”

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237. “Harmony and I speak very little to one another, but there is a subtle shift in our relationship, some sort of primal understanding that we are the same sort of creature.”

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238. “This is your slingBlade, son. It will scrape the earth’s veins for you. It will kill pitvipers. Keep it sharp and if you get stuck in the drills, it will save your life for the price of a limb.” So said my uncle.”

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239. “Were you two in touch these last weeks? You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?” Aurae says with a little mischief.”

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240. “There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extrovert.”

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241. “How cruel a life, that the sight of my dead wife means hope.”

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242. “His laughter stitches more of me together. Bit by bit, I feel like my friends are coming back to me. Or maybe I’m coming back to them. Suppose.”

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243. “And violent hearts set harshest flame,” Roque murmurs from his knee.”

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244. “The more blessed the creature, the less they question life. She is like Valdir and his big muscles this way. Blindly forward with purpose. Guided by the trough of expectation.”

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245. “On distant Luna, buildings rise seven miles high; there the Sovereign Consul, Octavia au Lune, rules with her Imperators and Praetors. The Ash Lord, who made the world of Rhea cinders, is her minion. She controls the twelve Olympic Knights, legions of Peerless Scarred, and Obsidians as innumerable as the stars.”

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246. “I am a child of hell, and I’ve spent too long in their heaven.”

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247. “I’m not sure when I lost my faith. I don’t think it’s something that just happens. Maybe I’ve been worn down bit by bit, pretending to believe in the Vale because it’s easier than the alternative. I.”

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248. “He’s near enough my height, which is rare. But he’s thick and terribly old, maybe in his forties. White.”

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249. “Things are set in stone. Things are well ordered. Reds at the bottom, everyone else standing on our backs. Now you’re looking at me and you’re realizing that we don’t bloodydamn like it down there. Red is rising, Mickey.”

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250. “But I cannot think only of the Red girl. When I see the moon, I think of the sun: Mustang burns in my thoughts. If Eo smelled of rust and soil, then the Golden girl is fire and autumn leaves.”

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