858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, ‘Hey lovely, what you got there?’ she said, ‘Musicians who ask questions,’ and kept on dragging.

When he started to renew his protest, she held up a hand. “What are you more afraid of: them or me with low blood sugar?

This was not the frustration one feels at waking from a sweet dream. It was the desolation of having found the place that fits, the one true place, and experiencing the first heady sigh of rightness before being torn away and cast back into random, lonely scatter.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I’m gone.

How people love to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You’re no better than us. You’re nothing special.

Music. Close your eyes and it’s a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade. Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.

I’ve thought things were impossible before, and so far, none of them actually were.

She’d have to get used to him all over again, taking small sips of his beauty as if it was too hot a drink to swallow all at once.

Without his books, his room felt like a body with its hearts cut out.