Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “What is this like for her? For a mother to see her child broken by other men? To see the pain written in scars on his skin, spoken in silences, in far-off looks. How many mothers have prayed to see their sons, their daughters return from war only to realize the war has kept them, the world has poisoned them, and they’ll never be the same? For.”

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302. “I am ready for the enemy to come. I have more reasons to fight then they do. My armor is my love.”

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303. “You’re of use because you’re more than a weapon. When your wife died, she didn’t just give you a vendetta. She gave you her dream. You’re its keeper. Its maker. So don’t be spitting anger and hate. You’re not fighting against them, no matter what Harmony says. You’re fighting for Eo’s dream, for your family that is still alive, your people.”

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304. “Everything grand is made from a series of ugly little moments. Everything worthwhile by hours of self-doubt and days of drudgery. All the works by people you and I admire sit atop a foundation of failures. So whatever your project, whatever your struggle, whatever your dream, keep toiling, because the world needs your skyscraper.”

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305. “New’ generally means someone’s just trying to make money off something old.”

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306. “Tell the hag we’re here for war. Not words.”

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307. “I failed the test. He’s right. It wasn’t justice. Justice is dispassionate; it is fair. I am the leader. I passed the sentence. I should have done it. Instead, I gave license to vengeance and vendetta. The cancer will not be cut away; I made it worse.”

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308. “It’s not the bark that counts, oldboy. It’s the bite.”

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309. “I’ve spend enough time in the past, love. The dead need no tears. They don’t rest easier for our vengeance, or our guilt. They’d want us to live. And life’s about the now and the future, eh?”

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310. “Tidings! It’s Uncle Sevro and the Moderately Friendly Giant.”

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311. “I knew war was dreadful, but I did not expect to fear it. How can anyone not, when death is just a blind giant with scissors?”

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312. “For seven hundred years, we have been enslaved. Your people. My people. We have languished in the darkness. Bu there will come a day when we walk in the light. It will not come from their mercy. It will not come by fate. It will come when brave hearts rise and choose to break the chains.”

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313. “In order to rule, ours must be the study of political, psychological, and behavioral science – how desperate human beings react to one another, how packs form, how armies function, how things fall apart and why. You could learn this nowhere else but here.”

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314. “Society has three stages: Savagery, Ascendance, Decadence.”

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315. “I try to kill him in my heart before I kill him in the flesh.”

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316. “Farmers make culture. Nomads make war.”

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317. “Being disenfranchised is so damn tedious.”

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318. “The others say you are like a machine, because they think you know no fear. They’re blind. They don’t see how fear binds you.”

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319. “He says a man who believes his own myth is like a drunk thinking he can dance barefoot on a razor’s edge.”

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320. “All the love I’ve earned and lost and still wish to live for, I let burn in me. Half.”

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321. “Government is never the solution, but it is almost always the problem.”

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322. “My heart can’t stay here in this cage she herself fled. It must move on.”

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323. “Absent love, fear will do nicely in a pinch.”

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324. “That’s how Sevro is. Betray him and you’re purged from existence.”

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325. “I put him and Victra in the west wing so we can actually get some sleep. Last time, I woke up in the middle of the night thinking a coyote was caught in the air recycler. I swear, at the pace they’re going they’ll be able to single-handedly populate Pluto in a few years.”

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326. “Bye, Felicia.” Victra spits, turning to the last Praetorian.”

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327. “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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328. “The key is having a long memory for the sweet, and a short one for the bitter.”

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329. “Anything gentle that lives long, hides its stinger well.”

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330. “The hangover of regret comes hard and fast. The anger floods out. It wasn’t just memories Z protected me from. It was always myself. Always the overcompensating pride of a street dog who can’t bear to be laughed at, so he buys nice suits, drains his account on fashionable flats, yaps at monsters, gambles with people who can afford to lose.”

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331. “And I order you to get drunk!” I roar to my army. They look at me like I am mad. “Get drunk?” one says. “Yes!” I cut him off before he can say more. “Can you manage that? Act like fools, for once?” “We’ll try,” Milia cries. “Won’t we?”

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

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333. “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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334. “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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335. “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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336. “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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337. “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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338. “Truth can be cruel. Yet it is the only thing of value.”

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339. “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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340. “Oy, boyo, you look like you slithered out of a skeleton’s rickety cooch.”

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341. “The die is cast.”

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342. “Forevermore, let justice be done.”

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343. “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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344. “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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345. “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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346. “Because hope is an opiate, not a plan.”

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

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348. “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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349. “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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350. “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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