Quotes from Laini Taylor

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead. She was also blue. Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring - not summer - sky.

To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?

It's not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

Many a choice is made this way: By pretending it makes itself.

I want.." she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river," she said to them all. "It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is—eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature—only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs.

My wife likes to say that the mind is a palace with room for many guests. Perhaps the butler takes care to install the delegates of Science in a different wing from the emissaries of Faith, lest they take up arguing in the passages.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

It's all I want, to be beside you, helping you. If it takes forever, all the better, if it's forever with you.

Let me tell you something about me. I love vengeance like normal people love sunsets and long walks on the beach. I eat vengeance with a spoon like it's honey. In fact, I may not even be a real person, but just a vow of vengeance made flesh.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

You could look out the window today, see the sky raining fire, and say that it has all been for nothing, everything we've ever done, because now we've lost. But folk were born and lived and knew friendship and music in this city, ugly as it is, and all across this land that we fought for. Some grew old, and others were less lucky. Many bore children and raised them, and had the pleasure of making them, too, and we gave them that for as long as we could. Who has ever done more, my friend?

The moon on a bracelet and the sun in a jar," said Sarai. "We really wreak havoc on the heavens, don't we?" Lazlo's voice sank deeper in his throat. Smokier. Hungrier. "I expect the heavens will survive," he said, and then he kissed her.

Love makes a person do strange things.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.

and holy hell the chocolate is so intense and pure it should be named an element and given a spot on the periodic table. It would be Ch, which isn't even taken.

The door opened. She looked in the mirror and suppressed a curse. Slipping in behind some tourists, that winged shadow was back again. Karou rose and made for the bathroom, where she took the note that Kishmish had come to deliver. Again it bore a single word. But this time the word was Please.