Laini Taylor, Daughter Of Smoke & Bone Quotes
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.
I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.
Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.
And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.
You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?
For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.
The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.
It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him
Love is a luxury.""No. Love is an element."An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.
You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.
Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to forst and betrayal.
As for Ellai, she told her sister what had passed, and Nitid wept, and her tears fell to earth and became chimaera, children of regret...
Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.
..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.
She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world.
He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.
It's not like there's a law against flying.""Yes there is. The law of gravity.