Quotes from Laini Taylor

Algunos tipos de miseria te hacen odiar el mundo, pero otros te hacen odiarte a ti misma.

We have so many enemies, Lisseth," said Karou, keeping her voice light. "Most of them are our birthright, inherited like a duty, but the ones we make for ourselves are special. We should choose them with care.

Ella era la diosa de... ella misma. Y no podía dejar de mirarla.

Às vezes, um momento é tão marcante que corta um espaço no tempo e fica girando ali, enquanto o mundo se apressa ao seu redor.

Shresta: When a dream comes true - but not for the dreamer.

La mente es buena para ocultar cosas, pero no puede borrarlas. Solo puede disimularlas, y las cosas disimuladas no están ausentes.

She wanted to see the moment his expression changed.

Ziri nunca había oído nada parecido a esa historia de rastro de mapas del tesoro. Excepto, quizás, la historia del ángel que había entrado disfrazado en la ciudad con barrotes del enemigo para bailar con su dama.

The library knows its own mind. When it steals a boy, we let it keep it.

Pensé que estabas muerta. Y... quise... morir yo también.

Nosotros somos el principio, escuchó dentro de su cabeza, y lo sintió como una oración. Siempre lo hemos sido. Esta vez, dejemos que sea algo más que un principio.

Have you tried this treatment for female baldness? I hear it's life-changing.

If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he." Strange the Dreamer

This was what he did when Thyon Nero was near: He seized up and felt as invisible as the alchemist pretended he was. He was accustomed to cutting silence, and a cool gaze that slid past him as though he didn't exist, so the look came as a shock, and his words, when he spoke, an even greater one. "And you, Strange? Are you here to serve, or to question?" He was cordial, but his blue eyes held a brightness that filled Lazlo with dread.

Tu alma y la mía cantan una misma canción. Mi alma es tuya, y siempre lo será, en cualquier mundo. No importa lo que suceda...

Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

Hoppet är den verkliga magin (s. 363).

War. It was an abstraction to her. She couldn't conceptualize its reality, not even the edges of its reality, but the way Akiva had been—dead-eyed—and the way he looked at her now, it made her feel as if he was coming back from the dead for her, and that seemed a tremendous thing, and an intimate one. The next time their eyes met, she had to look away.

lost and found, both lighter and heavier at the same time.

He still wasn't looking back, and it was enough to make her believe that he never would again.

How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night - or a life - are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.

As if this whole place were a story about her.

For that instant, at least, they seemed one and the same, as though all anguish exists in the same deep well, no matter what loss or misfortune leads us to it. We might be at odds, hate each other, and desire each other's destruction, but in our despair, we are lost in the same darkness, breathing the same air as we choke on our grief.

He was reeling. Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating… just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years? Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?