Laini Taylor Quotes

Anger is like fire. It burns all clean.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

Love and hatred are not blind, but are blinded by the fire they bear within themselves.

When you touch me there, honey, makes my blood perspire, you got my body flaming like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing no longer in control, heatwave in my brain, smolder in my soul.

I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl . . . leave me now return tonight tide will show you the way if you forget my name you will go astray like a killer whale trapped in a bay

In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

There are moments when our passions speak and decide for us ... like a fire kindled within our being to which everything else in us is mere fuel.

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

What is it? For what do you scheme? Ethine's death would weigh on you and the stain of her blood would seep into your skin" "Do you know what they wish for when they give you the Unseelie crown?" Roiben's tone was soft, like he was telling a secret. Kaye could barely catch his words. "That you be made of ice. What makes you think it matters what I feel? What makes you think I feel anything at all?

Fire and water may as well agree in the same vessel, as grace and sin in the same heart.

I write just because the fire of my emotion is burning. Had I not, I would not have been able to find peace.

...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.

They say there is no light without dark, no good without evil, no male without female, no right without wrong. That nothing can exist if it's direct opposite does not also exist.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

The world is on fire! And you are laughing? You are deep in the dark. Will you not ask for a light?

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

Conflicts create the fire of affects and emotions; and like every fire it has two aspects: that of burning and that of giving light.

Hours later the blank sheet still stared at me, and I beat my fist against the desk in fury and fustration, striking it so hard my hand bled. That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.