858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

A kiss must end for another to begin, and it did, and did again.

There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows – only Lazlo Strange in his worn gray robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told. Or. No story yet told.

What she had shared with Akiva could not be touched by shame. Madrigal lifted her voice to say, “We dreamed together of the world remade.

Welcome to purgatory. Care for some soup?

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.

To have been granted so tiny a taste of the nectar of her mouth, and so brief a brush with the velvet of her lips was unspeakable cruelty. He felt set on fire.

Her body may have been wrought with diamonds, but her soul within will be a soft mollusk thing, wet and shrinking... and easily pushed aside.

There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has comforted a sufferer knows it – the helpless tenderness, the embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy, pain.

No, not like bacteria, like butterflies, and some people’s butterflies react to other people’s, on a chemical level, like pheromones, so that when they’re nearby, your butterflies start to dance. They can’t help it – it’s chemical.