Life and peace. Victory and vengeance.And never the twain shall meet.
– Laini Taylor
Related Quotes:
- Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony. – Laini Taylor
- The peace in the homes is the peace in the towns.The peace in the towns is the peace in the nation.The peace in the nation is the peace in the world. – Lailah Gifty Akita
- Do not seek victory, for victory in itself will not serve you. Seek to understand what made the victory possible. – Chris Matakas
- Vengeance is the outer shell of a blade which carries the core named Justice. Justice is the wind that decides Vengeance’s course. – LordBloodySoul
- Hope for peace!Dream for peace!Act for peace!Live in peace!Life is for peace! – Debasish Mridha
- Science does not need religion. Religion does not need science. And the twain shall never meet – Bangambiki Habyarimana
- Peace can be fragile and peace can be ugly and peace can be wrong. Peace built on lies is no peace at all. – Sarah Moore Fitzgerald
- We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds. – Anton Chekhov
- The god of Victory is said to be one-handed, but Peace gives victory to both sides. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Be a Samurai.Because you just never know what’s behind the freaking sky. – 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
- Life is you master, or death is. – Laini Taylor
- For a peaceful life: think about peace, talk about peace, give away peace, and fill the world with peace. – Debasish Mridha
- 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
- …but one can’t be irredeemable who shows reverence for books. – 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
- If you’re afraid of your own dreams, you’re welcome here in mine. – Laini Taylor
- I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar. – 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
- What’s a horizon?’ Lazlo asked, straight-faced. ‘Is it like the end of an aisle of books? – 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
- She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. – 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
- 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