Top 500 Pierce Brown Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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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402. “Because there is a boy here like you.” Her face takes on a gloomy aspect, as though she regrets what she must say. “My Proctor calls him the Jackal. He is smarter and crueler and stronger than you, and he will win this game and make us his slaves if the rest of us go about acting like animals.” Her eyes implore me. “So please, hurry up and evolve.”

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

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404. “Mankind was always enslaved, they’ll say. Freedom enslaves us to lust, to greed. Take freedom away, and they give me a life of dreaming. They gave you a life of sacrifice, family, community. And society is stable.”

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405. “His eyes are darker and crueler than those of the friend I remember. “This is war, boyo. Murder’s the name of the game. Don’t be sad we’re good at it.”

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406. “How sad I didn’t cherish a moment there with my son. All moments are like that sandcastle, it seems. There is no permanent happy future. There is no Vale. It all washes away.”

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407. “Eat the fish, leave twenty percent to indicate its deliciousness did not overpower my resolve or make slaves of my taste-buds.”

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408. “Tactus is an Iron Gold. His blood is as old as the Society. They look at compassion, at reform, as a disease. He is his family. He will not change. He will not learn. He believes in power. Other Colors are not people to him. Lesser Golds are not people to him. He is bound to his fate.”

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409. “This is the future. It should not be this way for generations. My life is a lie.”

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410. “If you are thrown into the deep and do not swim, you will drown... so keep swimming, right?”

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411. “And they’ve no chance to get back the owl standard that glitters in his muddy hands. The cook unconscious across my saddle, we ride under the starry night back to our battle-torn highlands, the three of us laughing, cheering, howling.”

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412. “The bonds that bind us together are stronger than the forces that pull us apart.”

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413. “And with a great pull, I rip out the tongue of the Jackal.”

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

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415. “He is like any other petty tyrant of history. A slave to his own whims. A master of nothing but selfishness. He is the Society – a monster dripping in decadence, yet seeing none of his own hypocrisy. He views all this wealth, all this power, as his right. He is deluded. They all are. But I cannot cut him down from the front. No, no matter how well I fight. He is too strong.”

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416. “Whisper her name.” I do and the Pegasus unfurls like a haemanthus bud. He sets a petal in the center. It closes again. “This is your heart. Guard it with iron.”

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417. “A pastiche of eyes. But faces all gray. Not the color of metal, but the color of old ash in a campfire. Ash faces. Ash clothes. Ash lives.”

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418. “Goldbrows’ first loyalty is to Color, then family, then planet, then House. Most Houses are dominated by one or two powerful families. On Mars, the Family Augustus, the Family Bellona, and the Family Arcos influence all others.”

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419. “These civilians are discovering that their place in the world is smaller than they imagined. They do not matter. In war, men lose what makes them great. Their creativity. Their wisdom. Their joy. All that’s left is their utility. War is not monstrous for making corpses of men so much as it is for making machines of them. And woe to those who have no use in war except to feed the machines. The.”

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420. “Come ask for one when you’re Scarred, little prince.” She looks over her shoulder. “Until then, I would advise you and the reaper to run.”

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421. “She moves across the snow in a daze to grip her twin brother’s feet. Looking up at him as if this were a dream. She whispers something and, lowering her head, she pulls down, showing him he was loved, even at the end.”

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422. “It’s there, even if you never see it till the end – that spark of individuality, of freedom.”

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423. “Protect the ArchGovernor!” Mustang shouts at me, voice more composed than my own, making me feel an idiot obsessed with chivalry. Of course she does not need me to save her.”

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424. “THE REAPER Silent, he lies encased in mankilling metal in the belly of a starship called the Morning Star.”

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425. “Lykos may be gone. Eo may be silent. Mustang a world away. And the Sons on the brink of extinction. But I feel my soul trickling back into me as I realize I am finally home.”

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426. “I’ve given Sevro the dregs to command because I know they might be the only people he’ll ever like. At first he ignores them. Then slowly, I begin noticing that more unearthly howls fill the night than before.”

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427. “Wisdom is found in the heart not the head.”

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428. “You will fall to ruin because you believe that exceptions to the rule make new rules.”

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429. “They create goods to grant us a semblance of liberty. If violence is the Gold sport, manipulation is their art form.”

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

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431. “If violence is the Gold sport, manipulation is their art form.”

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432. “The die is cast.”

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433. “He put his ear to Pax’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. He told me then what he felt when he declared this war within the Hives of Phobos. How he was not close enough to hear the fading beat of his father’s heart, or Eo’s. But how, in that moment, he could feel the hearts of his people beating across the darkness. How in the heartbeat of our son he could hear them all again.”

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434. “A lo largo de la guerra, del espacio y de este maldito desfile, he viajado para volver a encontrarla, a mi vida, mi amor, mi hogar.”

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435. “Tactus claps his hands together in laughter and draws Sevro in for an obnoxious hug. They are two very peculiar people. But I suppose snuggling in horse corpses gives a bond – makes twins of a morbid sort.”

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436. “And what you do for the people you love cannot be judged.”

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437. “He’s not a man made for affection. His face is pale and ghostly. Thirty-five and so old, so tired. A scar twists his upper lip. Gray streaks his thick hair.”

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438. “Because hope is an opiate, not a plan.”

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439. “Men and women sit penitent over their little displays, watching their little programs, forgetting where they are in favor of where they’d wish to be.”

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440. “He is tall, lean, violent. This place is his home. It is his playground. The children his playthings till they get their scars. He is like any other petty tyrant of history. A slave to his own whims. A master of nothing but selfishness. He is the Society – a monster dripping in decadence, yet seeing none of his own hypocrisy. He views all this wealth, all this power, as his right. He is deluded. They all are.”

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441. “Was it a good dream?” I ask. “What?” “The one with me.” “No. No, it was a nightmare. One of a man from hell, lover of fire.”

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442. “But business in a crony-capitalist society is the craft of sharks.”

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443. “If you are wise and lucky and live long as me, you will learn this pain is just a drop in the sea.”

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444. “Rulers tend to dislike those who break rules.”

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445. “Everyone is so frightened of change,” I say before smiling sincerely at the broken man. “You remind me of my uncle.”

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446. “I let fear drive my hope away. I let war become me, and my men followed.”

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447. “Each time I returned to my wife, I told her that her boys died well. There’s no such thing.”

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448. “So, you’re who they call the Reaper,” Tactus drawls. He swings my blade experimentally. “Well, you just look too pretty to be much damage at all.” “Is he flirting with me?” I ask the Tamara girl. “Tactus, go away! Thank you, but now go away,” says the thin, hawkish girl.”

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449. “You are the wolf that howls and bites. i am the mustang that nuzzles the hand People know they can work with me. With you? Hell, kill or be killed.”

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450. “Yet how many times have I already been pieced back together? How much longer can all these stitches hold? In the end, will there even be pieces left of me?”

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