Quotes by Laini Taylor

I think youre a fairy tale. I think youre magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope youll let me be in your story.

Happiness wasnt a mystical place to be reached or won-some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it-but something to carry doggedly through everything.

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.

If you can kill it, or it can kill you, its real.

ignorance and power, they´re a poor combination.

He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.

Skathis might have been an artist, but hed been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.

I am a link in a chain

to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength

What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?

I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

As long as youre alive, theres always a chance things will get better.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didnt realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

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 its hurtling forward—toward what?

He didnt believe in magic and demons. He believed in day and night, endurance and fury, cold mud and loneliness and the speed with which blood leaves the body

I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements and endlessness. Layers of light. Blue eyes are starlight.

To be one of a pair of bodies that knew that melting fusion. To reach and find. To be and reached for and found. To belong to a mutual certainty. To wake up holding hands.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.