
…but one can’t be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.
– Laini Taylor
Related Quotes:
- Respect is reverence out of love, Fear is reverence out of hate.Choose Wisely – Abhysheq Shukla
- The Reverence of God is reverence for life. – Lailah Gifty Akita
- We are a fallen species, spitting on the gift of salvation. Humanity is irredeemable. – Jeff Zentner
- What’s a horizon?’ Lazlo asked, straight-faced. ‘Is it like the end of an aisle of books? – Laini Taylor
- Love shows life is beautiful.. Life shows great people like you.. – boddu subabrao
- The intellect shows profit-loss in all worldly things. It shows duality. The intellect is the mother of duality. – Dada Bhagwan
- Keeping or holding on to a concept shows belief but building or adding to it shows confidence and depth of character. – Delma Pryce
- She liked reality shows the best, and then the shows that purported to be about reality. – Sam Lipsyte
- I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. – Og Mandino
- We can hide a lot of stuff until God shows up, for when God shows up nothing is hidden, which includes both our embarrassment and His forgiveness. – Craig D Lounsbrough
- Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want of wit. – William Shakespeare
- The cross shows the seriousness of our sin-”but it also shows us the immeasurable love of God. – Billy Graham
- I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. – Og Mandino
- There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad. – Laini Taylor
- Be a Samurai.Because you just never know what’s behind the freaking sky. – Laini Taylor
- On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream. – Laini Taylor
- And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always. – Laini Taylor
- It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming. – Laini Taylor
- If you’re afraid of your own dreams, you’re welcome here in mine. – Laini Taylor
- Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. – Laini Taylor
- It is bodies that make us real. What is a soul without eyes to look through or hands to hold? – Laini Taylor
- He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn’t sleep at all. – Laini Taylor
- It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented. – Laini Taylor
- Life and peace. Victory and vengeance.And never the twain shall meet. – Laini Taylor
- Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. – Laini Taylor
- If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it’s real. – Laini Taylor
- He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. – 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. – Laini Taylor
- She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it. – Laini Taylor
- I am a link in a chain – Laini Taylor
- What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams? – Laini Taylor
- Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels. – Laini Taylor
- What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream. – Laini Taylor
- Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.) – Laini Taylor
- Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked. – Laini Taylor
- It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over. – Laini Taylor
- It was hope, dying unsurprised. – Laini Taylor
- There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it. – Laini Taylor
- It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell. – Laini Taylor
- And… a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together. – Laini Taylor