Quotes from Laini Taylor

The soul effused from the vessel, overwhelming her with its presence. It was fireflies in a garden. It was eyes shining from shadows. It was flicker and fork, honey and venom, slit pupils and smooth, sun-warmed enamel.

I think they both have to be lucky. It's like, luck friction. One's flint and one's steel, striking together to make fire.

I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world," she muttered, grouchy and kind of looking forward to it.

He was quiet, and had a shadow's talent for passing unremarked,

Evrenden almak için vermen gerekir," dedi Akiva. "Ama... Neden ac?? Ba?ka bir ?ey veremez misin? Mesela... Ne?e? "Bu bir denge meselesi. Kolay verilen bir ?ey olsayd?, anlam? olmazd?." "Gerçekten ne?enin, ac?dan daha kolay oldu?unu mu dü?ünüyorsun? Sen hangisini daha çok ya?ad?n?

It was a new idea for him, that happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won—some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it—but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies.

Wishes, for example, for things like itches.

He listened the way a cactus drinks rain—every word a precious drop in a world frugal with wonder.

One might suppose you had a death wish." "No." He was solemn. "Never that. A life wish, if anything. For a different sort of life.

In spite of the tragedy in her childhood and the ever-present press of war, she had mostly considered herself happy. There was almost always something to take delight in, if you were trying.

So they layered cynicism atop their longing, and it was something like laying laughter over the darkness - self-preservation of an uglier stripe. And thus did they harden themselves, by choosing to meet hate with hate.

Karou loved Zuzana for her willingness to play out such silliness on a long kite string.

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.

like any dreamer, at the mercy of her unconscious. When she fell asleep, she was no sorceress or dark enthraller, but just a sleeping girl with no control over the terrors within her.

Can we leave the past behind us?" she asked. Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.

But… if they'd been embraced instead, and raised with love," he said, "they wouldn't have become tormentors.

She just kept it to herself, as she kept so many things to herself.

It was a new idea for him, that happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won—some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it—but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies. Food, weapons, happiness

There was a sensations in his hearts, though, as a stirring of embers. There was fire in him. It wasn't smothered, only banked, but it would burn like the wings of the seraphim before this was over.

One beat followed the sound, a single beat of stillness, and then chaos leapt in.

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

Érase una vez un ángel moribundo tendido entre la bruma. Y un diablo que se arrodillo junto a él y sonrió.

Is another universe bigger or smaller than the idea of God? Does it matter? If there is a sphere where 'angels' dwell, is it a matter of semantics whether we choose to call it Heaven?

What she had shared with Akiva could not be touched by shame. Madrigal lifted her voice to say, "We dreamed together of the world remade.