Love affair. Doesn't that sound so middle-aged? And also ill-fated. Like ill-fated is an understood prefix to love affair. Well, ill-fated is fine, as long as it's a meaty and fraught ill-fated love affair, not a pale and insipid one. Laini Taylor More Quotes by Laini Taylor More Quotes From Laini Taylor That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything. Laini Taylor real dream water Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well. Laini Taylor devil angel once-upon-a-time I miss sunrise even more. The green scent of dawn in the forest? The color blushing back into the world, different every day. Laini Taylor sunrise color missing Heavily and hypnotically,with her soul flattening itself back like the ears of a hissing cat,Kizzy leaned in and drank of Jack Husk's full,moist mouth,and his red,red lips were hungry against hers,drinking her in return.Their eyes closed.Fingers clutched at collars and hair,at the picnic blanket,at the grass.And as they sank down,pinning their shadows beneath them,the horizon tipped on its side,and slowly,thickly,hour by hour,the day spilled out and ebbed away. It was Kizzy's first kiss, and maybe it was her last, and it was delicious. Laini Taylor cat eye drinking There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large. Laini Taylor bird boys looks There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward-toward what? Laini Taylor dividing past I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles. Laini Taylor remembers-you remember-you trying Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you. Laini Taylor soul love-you needs Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her. Laini Taylor light fire blood Be an unstoppable force. Write with an imaginary machete strapped to your thigh. This is not wishy-washy, polite, drinking-tea-with-your-pinkie-sticking-out stuff. It’s who you want to be, your most powerful self. Write your books. Finish them, then make them better. Find the way. No one will make this dream come true for you but you. Laini Taylor powerful drinking dream It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth. Laini Taylor fairy-tale quilts here-and-there It was a bold, wild life for a faerie - most never even left their forests - but she was a bold, wild lass, and so were her daughter and granddaughter after her, and their place in the world was everywhere and nowhere, like gypsies on wing. No home had they but their caravans and campfires, and no family but the one they'd cobbled together of crows, creatures and kindred souls they'd met on their endless journey round and round the world. Laini Taylor daughter journey home If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face. Laini Taylor relax hate letting-go Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade. Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you. Laini Taylor darkness-within light eye Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings. Laini Taylor army angel moving Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.) Laini Taylor magic hurt dream It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent. Laini Taylor ocean towers years 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. Laini Taylor appreciate wish brain James often wondered at the chain of flukes it must have taken to bring him through with his own life and limbs intact. Once he might have believed it to be the work of Providence but it seemed to him now that to thank God for his life would be to suggest God had shrugged off all the others flicked them away like cigarette butts by the thousands and that seemed like abominable conceit. James Dorsey took no credit for being alive. His higher power these days was Chance. Laini Taylor thank-god taken would-be Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery. Laini Taylor misery life-is long
