858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

Beautiful and full of monsters?” “All the best stories are.

They marked his first consideration that there might be other ways of living than the one he knew. Better, sweeter ways.

The Muse of Nightmares was dead.

They fell into the stars in a rush of air and ether. They breathed each other’s breath. They had never been this close. It was all velocity and dream physics – no more need to stand or lean or fly, but only fall. They were both already fallen. They would never finish falling. The universe was endless, and love had its own logic. Their bodies curved together, pressed, and found their perfect fit.

It was the first time either of them had ever held another’s hand, and for them alone, the immensity of what unfolded that night was overshadowed by the perfect wonderment of fingers intertwined – as though this was what hands had always been for, and not for holding weapons at all.

For what was a person but the sum of all the scraps of their memory and experience: a finite set of components with an infinite array of expressions.

He had crossed continents and drunk starlight from rivers without names. There was no going back from that.

And that’s how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh.

Every mind is a world of its own.