Quotes by : Laini Taylor

His hope was like an intake of icy air—it hurt—and just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In....

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of....

If you're afraid of your own dreams, you're welcome here in mine.

What's a horizon?' Lazlo asked, straight-faced. 'Is it like the end of an aisle of books?

Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won-some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery,....

The silence, she thought, was remarkable: a perfect, shimmering thing, and fragile. Like glass, if it....

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want....

[She] had heard it said that there was only one emotion which, in recollection, was capable of resurrecting....

It was hope, dying unsurprised.