Quotes from Laini Taylor

What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?

Hope is the real magic,

There comes a certain point with a hope or a dream, when you either give it up or give up everything else. And if you choose the dream, if you keep on going, then you can never quit, because it's all you are.

It was like fighting a tide, and in the fight was the same terror: of being swept into deep water, beyond all safety.

Men should have squint lines from looking at the horizon," the old librarian had said, "not just from reading in dim light.

Word spread quickly: The visitor wished to address the scholars. 'What can he want?' they wondered, streaming into the Royal Theater. Attendance was voluntary, and unanimous. If the sight of the warriors wasn't enough to stoke their curiosity, there was rumor of a 'rare opportunity'.

I've never liked to call it that," cut in Thyon—softly, like a confession. "It's bitter on my tongue. I think of it as the Unseen City instead.

Dead souls dream only of death... Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is. Look at you. You are a lord of ashes, a lord of char. You are filthy with your victory.

She never would, either, unless she earned it, and she knew too well how humans earned wishes. Chiefly: hunting, graverobbing, and murder.

She was out there, a brief shimmer of radiance in the all-encompassing dark.

Kaderleri belli insanlar?n plan yapmamas? gerekir.

Names have power, and he was, from infancy, associated with gold.

En las leyendas, las quimeras nacían de las lágrimas y los serafines de la sangre, pero en este momento todos ellos son hijos de la tristeza.

Her soul felt alive more than ever before. Sarai almost forget that she wasn't.

What's a horizon?" Lazlo asked, straight-faced. "Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

You think good people can't hate?" she asked. "You think good people don't kill?

and when the Tizerkane warriors rode out of the Great Library and out of Zosma, Strange the dreamer went with them.

And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day..., and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness

He held a goddess in his mind as one might cup a butterfly in one's hands. Keeping it safe just long enough to set it free.

Hola? ¿Quién está ahí? Que se vuelva a poner Zuzana.¿Zuzana? Hay una tía ñoña al teléfono haciéndose pasar por ti…

Cualquiera que se meta con mi hermana", habia exclamado una vez, todo bravuconería, "tendrá que vérseleas... con mi hermana

Curious. (You know, if curious means "impossible" or "freaky" or…"indelibly awesome.") And now my head feels all full of moonlight or starlight or something. Or snow. My head feels like a snow globe that's been shaken, and glitter is swirling around in it like unmoored stars.

They wielded blades called /hreshtek, sharp enough to slice a man off his shadow [...}

He led, and Ziri knew firsthand how his fearlessness spread like wildfire in the fray. It was what made him great.