858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

A person could be driven mad by hate. It was a force as destructive as any Mesarthim gift, and harder to end than a god. The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.

Like a star in the cupped hands of night.

Do the thing. Kill the monster. Change the world.

Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn’t she be that cat?

I wasn’t there to protect you,” he said. “I should never have left you there with him – ” “I protected myself,” Karou cut in.

I would have chosen you, if they had let me choose.

The thing about having friends who are as close as blood, as true as your own heart, as the twins had been to her, is you don’t bother much with other people. And if you have the misfortune to get left behind, well, you’ve made yourself a lonely nest to live in.

He’d sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

She hadn’t expected to be sorry, and at first she wasn’t. The act itself was neither disappointing nor magical; it was what it was: a new closeness. A shared secret.