Quotes from Laini Taylor

from this day on, whenever he sought to master a woman, whether by threat or strength or even with a look, the fear would flare and overtake him -- so wild and sudden it would drop him to his knees to cower in terror, gibbering for solace from his distant, punishing god.

She sank back in her chair and let it pour out: soft, glittering laughter that worked another change in Akiva's countenance as he watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so...seen.

Karou nehirde y?kanm??t?. Gözya?lar? denize ula?amayacakt? ama vahadaki hurma a?açlar?n? sulayacaklar, birer meyve olup yenecekler ve belki ba?ka gözlerde tekrar gözya?lar?na dönü?eceklerdi. Dünyan?n düzeni bu olamaz. Hay?r, bu. Hiçbir ?ey kaybolmaz. Gözya?lar? bile. Ya umut?

The books under the dust, they were stories. Folktales, fairy tales, myths, and legends. They spanned the whole world. They went back centuries, and longer.

She'd hit the stony bottom of her own shallow depths.

pero ¿no era aquello lo que hacían las religiones? Mirarse con desconfianza unas a otras y afirmar: «Mi creencia indemostrable es mejor que tu creencia indemostrable. Chúpate esa».

Now, in the full flush of health and the blood-thrum of love, he was golden. He was ardent, gazing at her, hopeful and expectant, inspired, beguiled, glad. He was so alive. Because of her, he was alive.

Un uomo dovrebbe avere le zampe di gallina per aver scrutato troppo l'orizzonte, non soltanto per aver letto con poca luce».

Hielo y desenlace. El instante se congeló, imposible. Inimaginable. Real. Todo el ser se puede transformar en un grito, tan rápido como si fuera a lomos del filo de un cuchillo arrojado al aire. A Karou le sucedió. En aquel instante no era músculo y sangre, sino únicamente aire apresurándose para formar un grito que podría haber sido infinito.

Ölüler daha a??r olurdu. Sonuçta hepimiz birer kabu?uz. Ama bir ölüyü arkada b?rakmak da kalbe a??rl?k yapard?. Bizi gerçek k?lan vücutlar?m?zd?. Görecek gözleri ya da dokunacak elleri olmayan bir ruh neye yarard??

What was alchemy? It was metallurgy wrapped in mysticism. The pursuit of the spiritual by way of the material. The great and noble effort to master the elements in order to achieve purity, perfection, and divinity.

El amor es un lujo. - No. El amor es un elemento.

Karou'ya yak?n olmak, dünyan?n ucunda dengede durmaya çal??mak gibiydi. Sanki yer ayaklar?n?n alt?ndan kayarken, ad?mlar?n? sa?lam tutma çabas?na benziyordu. O çaresiz sarmal darbeyi durdurmak mümkün de?ildi, üstelik Akiva bu tatl? ve davetkar darbelerin bitmesini asla istemiyordu.

as if hate were an atavism just waiting to resurface.

That is to say, he had a dream-- a guiding and abiding one, so much a part of him it was like a second soul inside his skin. The landscape of his mind was all given over to it. It was a deep and ravishing landscape, and a daring and magnificent dream. Too daring, too magnificent for the likes of him. He knew that, but the dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around.

Eran como acero y pedernal: se tocaban y se prendían fuego.

What happened fifteen years ago? What power could erase a name from the minds of the world? Lazlo wanted to go and find out. That was his dream, daring and magnificent: to go there, half across the world, and solve the mysteries for himself. It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming?

What?" demanded Liraz. "Why are you laughing?" "Because life's a bastard," was all Akiva could say. "Well then," was his sister's flat reply. "I guess we fit right in.

He shook his head. His dream was in his mind and in his soul. Thyon might steal his books, but he couldn't steal that.

Life won't just happen to you, boy." He said. "You have to happen to it. Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.

He said, 'I want you to know...' He swallowed. 'I need you to know that I was drawn to you - to you, Karou - before the wishbone. Before I knew, and I think...I think I would always fond you, no matter how you were hidden.' He was focused on her with extraordinary intensity. 'Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens-' His voice cracked and he took a breath. 'I need you to remember that I love you.

well, Mik doesn't sigh or lean, and his eyes are fully open like something awesome might happen at any time

She had said she didn't feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone.

Her Czech was freshly acquired (by wish, not study; Karou collected languages, and that's what Brimstone always gave her for her birthday) and it had still tasted strange on her tongue, like a new spice.