Laini Taylor Quotes

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.

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.

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.

She knocked and waited, because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead someplace quite different.

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.

I want to build spires in their minds and dance shadows through like marionettes, chased by whispers and hints of the unspeakable.

Are you saying you don't love me?" Hazael asked Liraz. "Because I love you. I think." He paused in contemplation. "Oh. No. Never mind. That's fear.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

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.

It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.

It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

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.

...wings—-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

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.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what?

The main thing I've learned is that we all have to learn to work with - and appreciate - the brain we've been given, and not waste time wishing things were easier.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.

Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.

And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

... and holy hell the chocolate is so intense and pure it should be named an element and given a spot on the periodic table. It would be Ch, which isn't even taken.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?

It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

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.

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.

Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

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.

Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.

My tiny scary friend is coming

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

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.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.