Quotes from Laini Taylor

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion—to close a door in one's own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering—and cause it—and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.

El beso daba camino a otro beso, y en los ojos cerrados, todo el mundo consumido de su abrazo, Karou tuvo la sensación de que cada beso abarcaba el último. Era alucinante: beso dentro de un beso dentro de un beso, yendo más y más profundo y más dulce y más cálido y más embriagador, y esperaba que el equilibrio de Akiva los es tuviera guiando porque ella estaba perdida en sus sentidos. (Sueños de dioses y monstruos, #3).

And when he reread the stories, still it was research.

It was absurd that he should find himself back in his old life as if he were the same creature he had been before a blue-haired girl brushed past him in a narrow street in another world.

The books may be immortal, but we are not.

The keepers of books had been the keepers of wisdom.

Liraz felt… guilty. It was not her favorite feeling. Her favorite feeling was the absence of feeling; anything else led to turmoil. Right now, for example, she found herself angry at the source of her guilt, and, though aware that this was an improper emotional response, she could not seem to unfeel it. She was angry because she knew she was going to have to do something to… assuage the guilt. Damn it.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic. Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes it's own magic.

She was no mere weapon as she was trained to be, but a woman in full command of her power, unbowed and unbroken, and that was a dangerous thing.

Some men are born for great things, and others to help great men do great things.

Fate took a bow, so neat it all was, but still it stole their breath away to hear Scarab, queen of the Stelians and keeper of the Cataclysm, say, with a fervor that sent tremors up every last spine, including her own: "There will be godstars. And they will be us.

The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

Maybe heart-crushing love was the same, and could only grow in hostile environments.

One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

He was young and glorious and golden.

She was, he was sure, something else entirely.

war, like fortune, doesn't touch all folk with the same hand.

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing on the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now ,almost 18 years in, has someone thought to flip the switch and reveal that I am not a tower at all. I am a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent. I never knew I could admit heat and light.

She couldn't fly, but it could. It was a kind of escape, but it mocked freedom. She was still a prisoner, a secret monster. But now she was a prisoner and secret monster who could spy on the life that she could never have.

I… I sang," she whispered, "if that matters," and Karou felt her heart pulled to pieces. This Misbegotten warrior, fiercest of them all, had crouched in an icy stream bed to sing a chimaera soul into her canteen, because she hadn't known what else to do.

On the riverfront thoroughfare, trams and buses roared past, grounding the day in the twenty-first century, but on the quieter lanes, the wintry peace might have hailed from another time.

Every mind is its own world. Most occupy a vast middle ground of ordinary, while others are more distinct: pleasant, even beautiful, or sometimes slippery and unaccountably wrong-feeling.

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