858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

It was enough to marvel at the end of a cycle of reprisals. How seldom it happened, in a long-standing war of hatred, that one side said, “Enough, I deserved that. Let it end here.

The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion – to close a door in one’s own self and forget it was ever there. If you had hate, then you could see suffering – and cause it – and feel nothing except perhaps a sordid vindication.

It’s easy to make people cry. Grief, humiliation, anger – there are countless avenues to tears. It’s easy to make them scream, too. There are so many things to fear.

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.

It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default – like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.

To his dismay, it sounded as out of place in this somber laboratory as the book looked out of place, and he found himself rushing to keep ahead of his growing mortification, which only made it sound wilder and more foolish the faster he went. “You.

None of us became monks to be nursemaids.” To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, “And none of us became children to be orphans.” But.

You don’t know yet what you’re capable of, but I’m willing to bet it’s extraordinary.