The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around….
– Laini Taylor
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- When a dreamer loses his lover, his dream profits. (Unless, of course, the lover was the dreamer’s dream.) – Mokokoma Mokhonoana
- It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming. – 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
- The dreamer dreams, and the dreamer within the dream dreams. – Jane Roberts
- In a sense, beauty is what one chooses to feel by virtue of what one chooses to imitate and to create. – Robert Pack
- The strategist chooses the shortest path while the leader chooses the path through which he learns something new. – Bogdan Vaida
- Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie. – Siri Hustvedt
- What separates a weak dreamer and a great dreamer is who is wishing and waiting or who is willing and working. – Israelmore Ayivor
- On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream. – 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
- 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
- …but one can’t be irredeemable who shows reverence for books. – 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
- 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
- Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light. – 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
- 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
- ..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn’t realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in. – Laini Taylor
- I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles. – Laini Taylor
- Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels. – Laini Taylor
- …something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone. – 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