Quotes from Laini Taylor

Shadows told the truth,

It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such »

Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element.

with the staring lack of empathy that belongs to murderers and small children.

You don't have to be ashamed »

What are you?" he asked. Not who, but what.

Las almas muertas solo sueñan con la muerte —dijo el resucitador al emperador—. Los sueños insignificantes son para los hombres insignificantes. La vida es la que se expande para llenar los mundos. Es la vida tu dueña, o la muerte.

Pedir ayuda no implica debilidad.

From: Zuzana Subject: Miss Radio Silence To: Karou

Existe el pasado, y también el futuro. El presente no es más que el único segundo que divide la una a la otra...

No hemos infringido ninguna ley - se volvió hacia Zuzana y preguntó en checo -: No existe ninguna ley que prohíba volar, ¿verdad? - Claro que sí. La ley de la gravedad.

and it was not of this world, and he was not who he had been.

It was what she had always wanted and thought that she'd found: someone who was for her, as she was for him, whose blood and butterflies sang to hers and answered them, note for note.

Watching her, Brimstone added, I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference." She turned this over in her mind, thinking that if she could come up with the difference, it might impress him. Something occurred to her, and she struggled to put it into words. "Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic." "Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

Tengo un presentimiento sobre Zuzana. Creo que no es buena o mala, si no las dos cosas -la mezcla perfecta de ambas, un enroscado cono de helado de bondad y maldad.

It was impossible of course, but when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming?

It was Hiss who won by stamping on another's foot, and he spent the meal staring at Poppy and missing his mouth with his spoon.

Durante un tiempo había sido una niña inocente que jugaba con plumas en el suelo de la guardia de un diablo. Sin embargo aquella inocencia había desaparecido.

The scream drew others. The others screamed, too, not because a girl was dead, but because the girl was blue,

They had an enemy. They were an enemy. The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.

It was his manner - the warmth of him, like steam rising from tea. One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

The function of hate […] was to stomp out compassion - to close a door in one's own self and forgot it was ever there.

Good people do all the things bad people do Lazlo. It's just that when they do them, they call it justice.

Har du någonsin frågat dig om det är monster som skapar krig eller kriget som skapar monster? (s. 115).