Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Lorn once told me if he had been my father he would have raised me to be a good man. ‘There’s no peace for great men,’ he said.” I smile at the memory. “I should have asked him who he thinks makes the peace for all those good men.”

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302. “The world is soundless. We cannot hear, but a pack of wolves does not need words to know that it is time to hunt.”

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303. “Omnis vir lupus.”

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304. “You taught me once, Lorn. I’m a better man for it. But now it’s my turn to teach you. Men can change. Sometimes they have to fall. Sometimes they have to leap.”

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305. “Today I feel the silent screams of a civilization that has been stepped on for hundreds of years.”

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306. “To win, I’ll need an army, but it cannot be made of slaves. Not again. 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. A.”

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307. “Tradition is the crown of the tyrant.”

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308. “I said it once. Now I’ll say it twice. If there’s two things in this world that can’t be killed, it’s the fungus under my sack and the Reaper of bloodydamn Mars. Haha!”

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309. “Truth can be cruel. Yet it is the only thing of value.”

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310. “You’re my friend,” he says, voice heavy with emotion. “You will always be my friend. I won’t put a dagger in your back. But I will stand up to you. I will do what is right.”

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311. “You want respect? Earn it.”

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312. “We are not Red, not Blue or Gold or Gray or Obsidian. We are humanity. We are the tide. And today we reclaim the lives that have been stolen from us. We build the future we were promised.”

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313. “Forevermore, let justice be done.”

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314. “I am not here. I am no physical being. Electricity tethered to carbon. I am a pattern. And so is the world.”

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315. “Hang a man for no real reason and you might get some grumblings from the townships. But force sobriety upon us, and you’ll be picking up the pieces for a bloodydamn month.”

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316. “This is always how the story would end,” he says to me. “Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence.”

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317. “I admire one to my left, the bronze sun is behind him as he falls, silhouetting him, immortalizing him in that singular moment – one I know I shall never forget – so that 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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318. “I took his hand, he took a friend. All he has done is bite and claw for his own survival. Watching him now, so small and plain in a world of gods, it’s almost as if he’s the hero nobly struggling against a father who rejected him, against a Society that laughs at his size, his weakness, and scorns him as a cannibal even though it was they who told him to do whatever he had to do to win.”

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319. “It’s rage and fear leaving our bodies. Though space drags us across the floor to its embrace. Though death might come for us. I am home in this weird screaming mass of humanity. And as we pretend to be brave, we become so.”

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320. “They can’t stop the signal.”

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321. “Seeing the end coming doesn’t mean you can dodge it, fix it, stop it. We.”

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322. “My heart was my brother. And I no longer believe in a world that says he was too weak to deserve life.”

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323. “If this is the end, I will rage toward it.”

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324. “The waves crash all around the roots of the building. Both were made by man. Perhaps at first in hope, to give our species a new home to live and to love. But in time, I don’t know when, their creation became a vanity of will, and in the shadow of that vanity, man grew lesser for having more. Lesser for mastering the keys of creation, because he mistook himself for god, and cared less for his people, and more that his works endured.”

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325. “The Gray soldiers prowl the cities ensuring order, ensuring obedience to the hierarchy. The Whites arbitrate their justice and push their philosophy. Pinks pleasure and serve in highColor homes. Silvers count and manipulate currency and logistics. Yellows study the medicines and sciences. Greens develop technology. Blues navigate the stars. Coppers run the beauracracy. Every Color has a purpose. Every Color props up the Golds.”

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326. “Vengeance then,” he sighs. “You said you could give it to me.” “I said I would give you justice. Vengeance is an empty thing, Darrow.”

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327. “There’s no honesty in elegance, not in the elegance of humans at least.”

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328. “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?”

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329. “He needed a light. And he made it. Love was his shout into the wind. Same.”

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330. “How do you prepare for a kick in the balls?” I say. “You don’t. You suck it up.”

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331. “Mother is the spine in me. The iron.”

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332. “The monsters. They go with the wind, chasing power. But they don’t realize power doesn’t shift. Power is resolute. It is the mountain, not the wind.”

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333. “Devoid of mystery, a man must have dignity. I find the lack of either boorish.”

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334. “Snorting, Sevro drops back to where the legendary Obsidian, Sefi Volarus, stands in her customary silence. He feigns an air of domesticity, but next to the giant woman, he looks a little like some sort of gutter dog an alcoholic father might ill-advisedly bring home to play with the children – washed and rid of fleas, but still possessing that weird mania behind the eyes. Pinched, thin lipped, with a nose crooked as an old knifefighter’s fingers. He eyes the crowd with resigned distaste.”

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335. “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust “Per aspera, ad astra,” my Golden friends whisper, even Sevro. And with a press of a button, Roque disappears from our lives to begin his last journey to join Ragnar and generations of fallen warriors in the sun.”

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336. “Sarcastic ripostes are seldom clever enough to prove that they are little more than the desperate cries for validation of a petty and insecure mind.”

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337. “I’ve won. I hate politics. Especially in a room full of alphas.”

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338. “I want to believe his sense of justice is equal to my love for him, but these are deep waters, and I know friends can lie just as well as enemies.”

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339. “They are coming for me. Or am I coming for them? I do not know. I try to feel like the predator, but I cannot. My rage is calming. It is slowing and giving way to fear as the halls stretch on.”

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340. “Her world is alien to the horrors I know. All the child sees is love.”

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341. “I said I would give you justice. Vengeance is an empty thing, Darrow.”

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342. “You think a dream is worth dying for. I say it isn’t. You say it’s better to die on your feet. I say it’s better to live on our knees.”

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343. “The winged girl has become a carrion bird and she doesn’t seem to have noticed. I wonder if she’d smile so broadly if she had to kill all those people with a knife. How easy we make mass murder.”

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344. “Fear marks his face. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the pain I willingly bore. Fear when he realizes how different he is from me.”

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345. “It is strange. This boy likes me. He insults me, but he likes me.”

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346. “And you don’t mind cheating?” I ask. “Cheat or be cheated, no?” Familiar.”

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347. “It has been years since I’ve ridden a horse, and in all of human history, how many have graced the back of such a terrible prize as this? I fear disgracing this king of horses more than I do the coming violence.”

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348. “Titus has failed. And so, as do those of any tyrant after a failed war, his eyes turn inward.”

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349. “Be wary of tyrants: they will help you today and own you tomorrow.”

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350. “He is still a freeloader and would rather amputate his own testicles than pay for a drink.”

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