Quotes from Laini Taylor

The Misbegotten had, in the last year, been pared to a sliver of itself. They had lost so many brothers and sisters that those who remained could have drowned in the ashes of those who had died.

Now more than ever she struck him like a fairy in a tale—a haunted one with shadowed eyes and a sting like a scorpion.

She keeps her eyes closed but smiles, giving herself away. "Shush, I'm having a dream." "It's not a dream. It's all real." "How would you know? You're not even in it." She feels playful, heavy with happiness. With rightness. "I'm in all of them," he says. "It's where I live now.

Well, Karou had wanted to retort, with all the gravity and maturity she could muster. Duh.

La esperanza puede ser muy poderosa. (...) cuando sabes qué es lo que anhelas y lo mantienes como una luz dentro de ti, puedes hacer que las cosas sucedan, casi como magia.

Lazlo had loved Sarai as a dream, and he would love her as a ghost as well.

The senses have their limits, and we can never know how short they fall in revealing to us the truth of a vision, a scent, a sound.

So while his uncle taunted him, probing for a weak spot-it wasn't enough to kill; he had to torment - Akiva heard what he said, but none of it touched him. It was like threatening darkness at the break of day.

Seeing her shiver, I want to take her into my coat and button it around her. I want to warm my face against her neck and steam her up like a mirror and write my name on her with my fingertip.

He listened like a cactus drinks the rain.

They fell into the stars in a rush of air and ether. They breathed each other's breath. They had never been this close. It was all velocity and dream physics—no more need to stand or lean or fly, but only fall. They were both already fallen. They would never finish falling. The universe was endless, and love had its own logic. Their bodies curved together, pressed, and found their perfect fit.

Well then," said Lazlo, wry. "It's a good thing we were always such excellent friends, working together for the good of all." It mightn't have been true before, but perhaps it could be.

Kitchens and women were both subjects that simply did not intrigue him.

Walking through, Karou experienced it all in a rush of old and new experience that was like the convergence of two swift rivers: Madrigal's memory and Karou's marvel, merging at every step.

We are alive and in the same world

I have scuppies in my pocket and lust in my heart. Tonight's the night.

She didn't need a Taser; she was more than capable of defending herself without electricity. She'd had an unusual education.

His soul had flown on ahead of his body and left it stranded.

Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own.

Karou was plagued by the notion that she wasn't whole. She didn't know what this meant, but it was a lifelong feeling, a sensation akin to having forgotten something. She'd tried describing it to Issa once, when she was a girl. "It's like you're standing in the kitchen, and you know you went in there for a reason, but you can't think of what that reason is, no matter what.

Love affair. Doesn't that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it's a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it's real.

Qué significado tiene la palabra «verdadero» cuando se refiere a un rostro? Solo las almas son verdaderas y cuando las sueltas al aire se desvanecen,

If this night is a fairy tale, then this is the happily ever after, right, or at least the beginning of it? And the thing about happily ever afters? Those princesses and woodcutter's sons have bodies under their coats, too. I mean, what do you think happily ever after means? (I can't be the only one who thinks this.)