858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

Skathis might have been an artist, but he’d been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile.

The main thing I’ve learned is that we all have to learn to work with – and appreciate – the brain we’ve been given, and not waste time wishing things were easier.

Feelings. Were. Stupid.

I’ve always been a reader and a writer.

There were crinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were merry and asquint with unselfconscious happiness. The change was profound. If he was beautiful when grave-and he was-smiling, he was nothing short of glorious.

His warmth was like a gift given and snatched away, and she stood there with her back to the window, feeling chilled, bereft, and undone. And angry. It was a childish, cartoonish anger- facing Akiva, she had wanted to beat her fists at his chest and then fall against him and feel his arms close around her.

He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back.

Let’s just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren’t going to eat us, are they?” No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, “I don’t think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?” She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. “That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.

In the thick of play, his daydreams were so vivid that a glimpse of reality would have shocked him.