Top 500 Tillie Cole Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “I had never felt fear before, but I imagined the sinking hole I felt dropping in my stomach was something like it.”

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452. “When he told the world that he was bad, he only ever told me he was in love.”

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453. “My name is Valentin Belrov. I have a sister called Inessa Belrov. I have a love called Zoya Kostava. They are being held captive. I have to set them free!”

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454. “I laughed at the absurdity of our situation. I was cartel. He was Klan. A fish and a bird had more of a chance of living a happy life together than we did.”

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455. “I believed that when someone was so imbedded in your heart, your soul, they never truly left.”

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456. “My Flame, my tortured boy, had broken through the last of his defenses. He had found his voice. Flame, my always and forever, had found his song, like I had found mine. And through our love, he had finally found the courage to sing.”

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457. “She was my balm, my clam. My Kisa-Anna.”

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458. “It was a constant battle. Seeing Poppy so carefree and happy filled me with the brightest of lights, but knowing these moments were limited, finite, running out, brought only darkness. Patches of pitch black.”

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459. “I know you have that with Styx already. And some would argue that a marriage could not strengthen what was already a solid foundation to begin with.” She shrugged and met my eyes. “But something will shift in your heart, a spiritual embrace in your soul. And it will change you. Forever.”

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460. “It is strange, is it not, how such a small piece of jewelry can make your heart feel so complete?”

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461. “Think of your face like the sky. The freckles, the stars, only make the sight more worth looking at.”

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462. “When I got home, Mama told me that my mamaw had gone to heaven. I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I hurried to fall asleep. Like she promised, Mamaw was there in my dreams. So I told her all about the five boy-kisses from my Rune.”

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463. “My heart slammed into a new kind of beat, one that knew it had the love of its other half. It.”

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464. “Of course it was irrational. Of course it was stupid. Of course it was impossible. But when your heart’s so deeply involved, logic flies straight out the window.”

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465. “Because I want to watch it die.”

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466. “Two fractured souls made whole only by the other’s unconditional love.”

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467. “You broke through the darkness and let in the light.”

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468. “Hardships aged the soul even if the skin your body wore told another story.”

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469. “I can still see your light. Beneath the anger, you’re still there.”

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470. “If it unburdens you, then it’s the lightest weight in the world.”

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471. “He watched me, his breathing heavy and strained, when I whispered, “You have stolen my first kiss.” A flurry of feelings swarmed in my stomach. Loss and pain warring with delight and lust. I didn’t know what to feel, I didn’t know whether to feel happiness or betrayal, until Valentin threaded his fingers between mine and countered in a hushed voice, “And you have stolen mine.”

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472. “They were taking me from my girl, my soul. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

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473. “Because when you have lost something so precious, when something priceless comes along, you embrace it with both hands. And you never let it go.”

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474. “Mae was mine. Fifteen long years of wanting her to be mine, and here she sat, curled up in my arms – a fuckin’ angel in hell.”

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475. “All he had ever wanted was to be happy – just him and me. For me, I wanted him to learn to be happy alone. Even though I would walk beside him every day in his heart.”

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476. “I will lead my people. Just as you will lead yours. And we make the decisions for our people together.” Narrowing.”

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477. “The scars on his back told the story of how an innocent boy had been hurt and wickedly crafted into the man his father had so carefully molded. The scars on his back and chest sang a harrowing song of a little boy crying out to be heard and loved, only to be soured against the variety of life, cultures and all the colors that enrich this world.”

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478. “If someone judges you for how long it’s taking you to move past a loved one’s death, be happy for them, because it means they’ve never experienced it.”

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479. “He’d poisoned me. He’d ruined the girl he used to crave. I was a monster of his own creation.”

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480. “I had you. I had you since the day you were born. I asked your mama for you and she said yes.”

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481. “I thought about you often, the boy behind the fence, the boy on the outside... the boy who stole my first and only kiss.”

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482. “You’re my reawakening.”

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483. “I would not betray this family. I am a warrior; if I were to cross your rule, I would face you head-on, not hide in the shadows.” I.”

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484. “Tanner,” I whispered and stared down at the white cotton. Not gold nor a diamond, yet the most precious thing I’d ever seen. I lived a life of luxury. Yet this torn piece of cotton had made me the happiest I’d ever been in my life.”

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485. “On Cowboy’s chest, with his hand running so delicately down my back, and Hush holding me so fiercely against his mouth, I was home.”

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486. “But the truth is, death is all around us. We see it every day, though we may not realize it.”

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487. “An unrivaled beauty, limited in its life. A beauty so extreme in its grace that it can’t last. It stays to enrich our lives, then drifts away in the wind. Never forgotten. Because it reminds us we must live. That life is fragile, yet in that fragility, there is strength. There is love. There is purpose. It reminds us that life is short, that our breaths are numbered and our destiny is fixed, regardless of how hard we fight.”

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488. “Use the darkness that lives inside you.”

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489. “Maybe it was because sometimes all we get are moments.”

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490. “I just want you so damn much. When we’re like this, when we let it get this far, I kind of lose my mind.”

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491. “I loved New York. I loved everything about it. Eclectic people – artists, suits and dreamers – all woven into the giant patchwork quilt of life. The busy streets, car horns and shouts the perfect symphonic soundtrack to the city that never sleeps.”

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492. “And my heart broke at the unfairness. The unfairness of us two, so fearful of what nightmares the deliberate touch of another might evoke.”

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493. “Her voice was violet blue. I closed my eyes. It was my favorite color to hear.”

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494. “I am... for you.”

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495. “Love is limitless and the heart is big.”

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496. “Anger, more anger than I had ever experienced before, began to fill my body. I felt it like quickfire, shooting down my arms, my legs and my chest.”

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497. “I think we should always touch, Rabbit.” “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice broken and graveled. “This way neither of us will get lost in Wonderland.”

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498. “Our situation was complex, yet I knew that falling in love with her would be the simplest thing in the world.”

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499. “The Hangmen were powerful. But my poppa had soured me too much to truly accept this club. I walked a shaky line. I both loved and loathed this place. Like the men it housed, it was both good and evil.”

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500. “Kiss eight hundred and nineteen was the kiss that changed it all. The kiss that proved that a long-haired brooding boy from Norway and a quirky girl from the Deep South could find a love to rival the greats. It showed that love was simply the tenacity to make sure that the other half of your heart knew he, or she, was adored in every way. In every minute of every day. That love was tenderness in its purest form. Rune.”

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