Quotes from Laini Taylor

Nein", sagte er mit einem Lächeln, "Du bist märchenhaft. Du bist magisch, mutig und wundervoll. Und...", fuhr er mit plötzlicher Schüchternheit fort, denn nur in einem Traum konnte er solche gewagten Worte überhaupt aussprechen: "... ich hoffe, du lässt mich Teil deiner Geschichte sein.

It sounded just as he'd always imagined it would: like calligraphy, if calligraphy were written in honey.

You're young. Your spirit shouldn't be 'fine.' It should be effervescent.

And I'm a cautionary tale! Look at me. Lazlo did. He saw a soft, stooped creature of a man whose dandelion-fluff hair, beard, and brows encroached upon his face to such a degree that only his sharp little nose and round spectacles showed.

No sabía lo de los cuellos —susurró Sarai entre besos rápidos y ardientes. —Ni yo —dijo Lazlo sin aliento. —O las orejas. —Ya sé. ¿Quién habría pensado en las orejas?

For obvious reasons, crowds are worse than ever. My misanthropy knows no bounds. Hate rises off me like cartoon heat waves.

He asked the question, but slammed the door on any answers.

No one could do that like Akiva could, burn a path across space, make you feel seen, set apart.

beautiful in a way that made beauty hideous.

Who sneers? wondered Eliza, fadingly. She'd thought it was something only book characters did.

You can't know. You can't know until you know

Akiva knew that she was his aleph, his truth and beginning. His soul.

A man once said, 'All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.' Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.

Debes de ver que hay una diferencia entre estar vivo y tener una vida.

A biblioteca tem uma mente própria – o velho Mestre Hyrrokkin disse-lhe, levando-o de volta pelas escadas secretas. – Quando ela rouba um menino, nós permitimos que ela o guarde.

La suerte no tiene nada que ver- respondió- se trata de fuerza e inteligencia

She saw that magic and science were heads and tails of the same bright coin.

Cada mente es un propio mundo. La mayoría ocupa un vasto terreno medio ordinario, mientras que otras se distinguen más: son más agradables, incluso hermosas, o a veces son resbaladizas y se sienten inexplicablemente erroneas.

Son criaturas aferrándose a la vida con las manos manchadas. Hay tanto que los separa…, todos los vivos y todos los muertos, pero de momento dejan que todo lo demás se desvanezca y que la mecha arda más brillante y más cerca, de modo que Karou y Akiva casi sienten que se tocan.

Any luck?" Lazlo asked her when he saw her coming back from a test at the anchor. "Luck has nothing to do with it," she replied. "It's all strength and cleverness." She winked, flexing her hands like five-legged spiders. "And glue.

Y otros nacían para ¿qué? ¿pararse en la multitud y no hacer nada, intentar nada y aceptar cada amargo trago de nada como su suerte? No. Simplemente.... no.

After she had cried, she felt at once hollow and… better, as if the salt of all her unshed tears had been poisoning her, and now she was cleansed.

Karou stood straight. Her hair had been caught as in a backdraft, sucked forward and then turned loose, and it floated on the churning air. She was still smiling, cold. With her drifting hair, and her palms outfaced with their staring ink eyes, she looked malevolent, even to Zuzana, like some species of fell goddess in the unconvincing guise of a girl. Zuzana, Mik, and

Her eyes filled with tears. She smiled across space to him, and it was a look of such unmistakable love that no one watching could continue to doubt her guilt.