Quotes from Laini Taylor

Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.

Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.

You're a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters." "Beautiful and full of monsters?" "All the best stories are.

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.

She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It's why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

You are a conniving, deceitful hussy. I stand in awe." "You're sitting." "I sit in awe.

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul's version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.

Wasn't that what religions did? Squint at one another and declare, 'My unprovable belief is better than your unprovable belief. Suck it.

It was brave," countered Issa. "It was rare. It was love, and it was beautiful.