Holly Black quotes
If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.Hurt Pain Short
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.Lie Truth
Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.Beauty
Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.Hurt Love
I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.Success
Nice things don't happen in storybooks... Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.Book
Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.Enemy Short
Kiss me again... Kiss me until I am sick of it.Desire
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.Romantic Hate
If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.Short Humor
All Holly Black quotes ⇑
What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.Short
Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.Short Funny
"Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone."
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies. 
Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty. 
Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them. 
I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me. 
Nice things don't happen in storybooks... Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it. 
Kiss me again... Kiss me until I am sick of it. 
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop. 
What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure.
"Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone."
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.