858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It’s a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

Who had ever expended so much passion on a dream, only to stand helpless as it was granted to others? Others, moreover, who had expended no passion on it at all.

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.

I’m a librarian,” he said.

She was young and lovely and surprised and dead. She was also blue. Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring – not summer – sky.

Unlike those many dead because of him, he had life, and life wasn’t a default state – I am not dead, hence I must be alive – but a medium. For action, for effort. As long as he had life, who deserved it so little, he would use it, wield it, and do whatever he could in its name, even if it was not, was never, enough.

Everyone else had managed to pick up the tatters and mend them into wearable lives. Why couldn’t he?

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion – to close a door to one’s own self and forget it was ever there.

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