Quotes from Laini Taylor

Love is an element,

Speranta vine din inauntrul tau, iar dorintele sunt doar magie.

On this day, no one in the world was murdered. A lion gave birth. Ladybugs lunched on aphids. A girl in love daydreamed all morning, neglecting her chores, and wasn't even scolded.

Things change. They can be changed, by those with the will.

The silence felt like an empty speech bubble: It took up space but there were no words. Karou…

From the ashes [...] we are arisen.

Dorintele sunt falsuri. Speranta e adevarata. Speranta isi face propria magie.

The air was so rich it had body, fragrance seeming to carry in it as easily as sound: perfumes, birdcalls, every breeze as alive with darting songs and scents as the sea was with fish.

Have an enemy, be an enemy. Hate those who hate you. Hate them better. Hate them worse . Be the monster they fear the most. And whenever you can, and however you can, make them suffer .

Det som göms i snö kommer upp i tö (s. 325, ett svenskt ordspråk av okänt ursprung).

And others were born to... what? To stand in the crowd and do nothing, try nothing, say nothing, and accept every serving of bitter nothing as their due?

one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.

From beyond, the Eretz stars glimmered visible-invisible, visible-invisible, and he did the same.

Her throat wanted to scream. Her soul wanted it, too. She fought against it as though there were demons in her trying to claw their way out and ravage the world.

Si dovrebbe morire orgogliosamente quando non è più possibile vivere orgogliosamente.

Don't leave. And don't let him leave, either. I have threats to deliver. Judgments to pass.

Folk går sönder. De kan inte alltid lagas. Men så var det inte den här gången (s. 363).

Non introdurre dentro di sé niente che non sia necessario. Niente veleni o sostanze chimiche, nessun vapore o fumo o alcol, nessun oggetto tagliente, nessun ago che non sia essenziale – droga o tatuaggio – e… nemmeno peni che non siano essenziali.

She wanted what her hands wanted: to touch Akiva, and not just with her fingertips, and not with caution, and not with fear of causing him pain. She wanted to hold him and be held, in soft perfect unity, like slow-dancing. She wanted to fit herself to him, breathe him, come alive against him, discover him, hold his face as he had held hers, with tenderness. With love .

and her voice was mournful and sweet and drenched in pain, like an otherworldly fado.

The future was blind, but she couldn't feel, truly, that it would be better without her in it.

Madrigal: El amor es un lujo. Akiva: No. El amor es un elemento. Un elemento. Como el aire que se respira, o el suelo que se pisa

Many fists against fewer, perhaps, but the fewer have magic.

Det är bara döda själar som drömmer om döden [...]. Det är livet som växer och uppfyller världar. Antingen är det livet man tillber eller döden (s. 78).