Quotes from Laini Taylor

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.

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

You think good people can't hate?" she asked. "You think good people don't kill?"[...}"Good people do all the things bad people do, Lazlo. It's just that when they do them, they call it justice.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

So," he called to her back, "Just out of curiosity, you know, purely conversation and all, at what age will you be entertaining offers of marriage?" "You think it'll be so easy?" she called back over her shoulder. "No way. There will be tasks . Like in a fairy tale." "Sounds dangerous." "Very, so think twice." "No need," he said. "You're worth it.

With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.

She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling.

Once upon a time there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.

Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.

Life won't just happen to you boy, he said. You have to happen to it.

You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.

People with secrets shouldn't make enemies. People with destinies shouldn't make plans.

Once upon a time,an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.

The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around

Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.

Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.

So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days." "I do," Zuzana agreed. "I swear I hate more poeple every day. Everyone annoys me. If I'm like this now, what am I going to be like when I'm old?" "You'll be the mean old biddy who fires a BB gun at kids from her balcony." "Nah. BBs just rile 'em up. More like a crossbow. Or a bazooka.

Soldiers and children do as they're told. Children grow out of it, but soldiers just die.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can't expect the world to be better than we make it.