Laini Taylor Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• 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

  Love You, Soul, Needs

  Laini Taylor (2011). “Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.192, Hachette UK

• Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

  Laini Taylor

  Soul, Hey, Body

• For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

  Laini Taylor

  Loneliness, Soul, Way

• Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is

  Laini Taylor

  Dream, Men, Soul

• What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

  Laini Taylor

  Mean, Air, Soul

  Laini Taylor (2015). “The Complete Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.1006, Hachette UK

• 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, Home, Journey

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Blackbringer”, p.14, Penguin

• Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

  Laini Taylor

  Block, Voice, Soul

  Laini Taylor (2015). “The Complete Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.256, Hachette UK

• Have you ever asked yourself,do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? I've seen things, angel. There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill thier own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don't they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work! And the worst part is, it's almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away. Almost." He gave Akiva a keen look."But it can be done, if ever...if ever you decide to go looking for yours."___Izil

  Laini Taylor

  War, Rip, Angel

• Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

  Laini Taylor

  Soul, Half, Body

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Lips Touch: Three Times”, p.24, Scholastic Inc.

• It wasn’t like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didn’t burst from lamps, and talking fish didn’t bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstone’s shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasn’t gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasn’t souls, either. It was weirder than any of that. It was teeth.

  Laini Taylor

  Kindness, Talking, Waiting

• This, she thought, isn’t just for today. It’s for everything. For the heartache that still felt like a punch in the gut each time it struck, fresh as new, at unpredictable moments; for the smiling lies and the mental images she couldn’t shake; for the shame of having been so naive. For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

  Laini Taylor

  Loneliness, Lying, Heartache

  Laini Taylor (2011). “Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.20, Hachette UK

• 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

  Drinking, Cat, Eye

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Lips Touch: Three Times”, p.50, Scholastic Inc.

• The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

  Laini Taylor

  Animal, Soul, Brain

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Lips Touch: Three Times”, p.35, Scholastic Inc.

• This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

  Laini Taylor

  Girl, Kissing, Dancing

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Lips Touch: Three Times”, p.69, Scholastic Inc.

• My phone buzzes. It’s from Karou: a list of conversation openers that I won’t be needing. —a) Hi. I’m Zuzana. I’m actually a marionette brought to life by the Blue Fairy, and the only way I can gain a soul is if a human falls in love with me. Help a puppet out? —b) Hi. I’m Zuzana. The touch of my lips imparts immortality. Just sayin’. —c) Hi. I’m Zuzana. I think I might like you.

  Laini Taylor

  Falling In Love, Thinking, Phones

• Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.

  Laini Taylor

  Soul, Dies

• Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.

  Laini Taylor

  Beautiful, Song, Home

• Some would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.

  Laini Taylor

  War, Hero, Tired

• There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don’t they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work!

  Laini Taylor

  Rip, Army, Boys

  Laini Taylor (2011). “Daughter of Smoke and Bone: Daughter of Smoke and Bone Trilogy”, p.82, Hachette UK

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