Quotes from Laini Taylor

And Lazlo was surprised by the strength of his gratitude—to be believed, even by a tomb raider from a family of assassins. Or perhaps especially by a tomb raider from a family of assassins.

Those words were like… they were like seeing a bloody knife. You didn't need to have witnessed the stabbing to understand what it meant.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

Ruby turned to Sparrow and conceded, with evident surprise, "You know, you're right. It's not like kissing ghosts. It's warmer. And… wetter." She laughed and shook her head, fountaining spumes of rain from the ends of her hair. "A lot wetter.

And if redemption was self-serving, coming as it did ribbon-tied to what he wanted most in life? For once, Akiva's shame wouldn't rise to the bait. He wanted what he'd always wanted, and he'd better just say it, his own worries and fears be damned.

My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn't hurt, because it's not there anymore. Like the angel's chest, with her empty heart hole—but without the sparkler.

Plants...dreamed they were birds...and they found rich soil and sweet seas and plants that dreamed they were birds and drifted up to the clouds on leaves like wings.

After the week she'd had, she wanted to go to the cafe and sink into a couch, gossip and laugh and sketch and drink tea and make up for lost normal.

Plus, it would be fun. Don't you think? I've always wanted to tase someone. Zap!" Zuzana mimicked convulsions.

Our eyes meet. And…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.

She didn't take away his conflicting emotions, although she could have. She didn't make him not hate her. She left his hate there, right beside the love. She thought it was funny. And it wasn't… it wasn't dislike beside lust, or some trivial pale versions of hate and love. You see, it was hate.

Seriously?" Zuzana muttered. "As if he knows. Like he didn't tell the last twenty-five reporters because he was saving this excellent secret knowledge just for her?

The Greek philosopher Epictetus said, "First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.

Hija de mi corazón. Dos veces mi hija, mi alegría. Tu sueño es mi sueño, y tu nombre es la verdad. Tú eres nuestra única esperanza.

He'd had to watch Madrigal die, and he hadn't understood the fervor - the ecstasy - of the crowd. He hadn't understood why the only one who mourned her was the enemy, driven to his knees and bloody from torture.

There, there," consoled Lazlo. "You're a very fierce warrior. Don't cry. You're terrifying.

The ones who know can't tell us, and the ones who tell us don't know.

Beautiful and full of monsters?" "All the best stories are.

And there would be a door to shut out the world, and places to put things that would be theirs.

He had melted away, and she felt his absence like a space cut from the air.

He pulled free of Ruza and turned to face it, but still he hesitated. "My boy," he heard in his mind - old Master Hyrrokkin's words, kindly meant. "I hardly think he's recruiting librarians, boy." And always, there was Thyon Nero's voice. "Enlighten me, Strange. In what version of the would could you possibly help? What version of the world? The dream version, in which he could do anything, even fly. Even reshape mesarthium. Even hold Sarai in his arms.

The only hope…is hope.

Her wish that first time was simple, focused, and passionate: that she would see him again. Believing she was the only way she could bring herself to leave.

It was, and then it wasn't. Karou's stomach roiled as she contemplated the possibility of being so suddenly not.