Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “God, it feels good to be wanted. Everywhere he goes, he can feel the ripple, the attention, shifting toward him. Henry leans into the attention, the smiles, the warmth, the light. For the first time he truly understands the concept of being drunk with power.”

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452. “She spins and twirls, and dances partner-less across the snow, laughing at the strange and simple magic of the moment.”

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453. “But Henry Strauss wakes her with kisses. He plants them one by one, like flower bulbs, lets them blossom on her skin.”

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454. “Dreamer is too soft a word. It conjures thoughts of silken sleep, of lazy days in fields of tall grass, of charcoal smudges on soft parchment.”

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455. “She wants to hold the night like a chocolate on her tongue, savor every second before it melts.”

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456. “They always know, they just don’t want to accept the cost. The soul is the easiest thing to trade. It’s the time no one considers.”

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457. “I’m fine, he says, in that automatic way people always answer when you ask them how they are, even though his heart is hanging open on its hinges.”

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458. “Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human. The difference between Victor and Eli, he suspected, wasn’t their opinion on EOs. It was their reaction to them.”

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459. “We want to prove things, in life, more than we want to disprove them. We want to believe.”

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460. “All her life, she wanted a house and a garden and a room of her own. But tucked inside that want was something else: a family. Parents who smothered her with love. Siblings who teased because they cared. Grandparents, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews – in her mind a family was a sprawling thing, an orchard full of roots and branches.”

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461. “Alucard’s eyes had gone sharp and empty at the same time, as if he were focusing, just on something else, something far away.”

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462. “Yes. Because unless you plan to wed me yourself – and don’t get me wrong, I think we’d make a dashing pair – I must try and find a mate.”

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463. “She dragged her head up and saw Kell standing in the road, the strange magical boy in his black coat, looking breathless and angry. Lila couldn’t believe it.”

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464. “Maybe not for you,” said the king. “But time isn’t the same for the mad and the blind.”

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465. “Black curls. Pale eyes. Strong jaw. Sloping shoulders and a cupid’s bow mouth. A man she’d never meet, a life she’d never know, a world she could only dream of.”

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466. “They teach you growing up that you are only one thing at a time – angry, lonely, content – but he’s never found that to be true. He is a dozen things at once. He is lost and scared and grateful, he is sorry and happy and afraid. But he is not alone. It is beginning to rain again, the air gone damp with the metallic scent of storms in the city, and Henry doesn’t care, thinks there is something to be said for symmetry.”

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467. “Most people have a shelf of cups. Henry has a wall. They hang from hooks on a mounted rack, five across and seven down. Some of them are patterned and some of them are plain and no two are the same.”

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468. “Normal was such a fragile thing, so easily upset by even good intentions.”

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469. “I apologize for shooting you in the leg,” said Lila. “I was entirely myself.”

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470. “Estele, who believes that the new God is a filigreed thing. She thinks that He belongs to cities and kings, and that He sits over Paris on a golden pillow, and has no time for peasants, no place among the wood and stone and river water.”

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471. “But life is pointless without pleasure.”

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472. “Walking beneath the copper canopies, she saw that they were dappled to look like trees, starlight shining through the leaves, and Lila thought, once more, what a strange world she’d stumbled into, and how glad she was to be there.”

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473. “Pain can be beautiful,” he says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “It can transform. It can create.”

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474. “Adeline had wanted to be a tree. To grow wild and deep, belong to no one but the ground beneath her feet, and the sky above, just like Estele. It would be an unconventional life, and perhaps a little lonely, but at least it would be hers. She would belong to no one but herself.”

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475. “Henry wonders, as they wait in the queue, if some people have natural style, or if they simply have the discipline to curate themselves every day.”

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476. “But the sorrow has faded, replaced by stubborn rage, and she resolves to kindle it, to shield and nurture the flame until it takes far more than a single breath to blow it out.”

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477. “She shook her head, baffled and amused. “Jesus, Marcella, anyone ever told you that you’re batshit crazy?” Marcella pursed her lips. “Several times,” she said. “It’s an insult men love to aim at ambitious women.”

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478. “Spells are for witches, and witches are too often burned.”

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479. “Go to parties!” said Maggie. “Drink cheap beer! Make bad choices! Date pretty girls!” He leaned back in his chair. “Do pretty girls count as bad choices, or are those two separate things?”

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480. “He is always late. It has been the start of many quarrels, and there was a time when he thought it was carelessness on his part, before he realized it was some strange attempt at self-preservation, an intentional, albeit subconscious dawdling, a delay of the inevitable, uncomfortable necessity of showing up.”

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481. “And perhaps it is just that happiness is frightening.”

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482. “If anyone could make the strange seem ordinary, the impossible look easy, it was Delilah Bard.”

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483. “I saw became I think I saw became I couldn’t have seen became I didn’t see. Eyes were fickle. Minds were weak.”

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484. “We’re all here for a reason, Bard. Some reasons are just bigger than others.”

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485. “She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood, and gave a wicked laugh, and still he kissed her. Not out of desperation or hope or for luck, but simply because he wanted to. Saints, he wanted to. He kissed her until the cold night fell away and his whole body sang with heat. He kissed her until the fire burned up the panic and the anger and the weight in his chest, until he could breathe again, and until they were both breathless.”

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486. “It had been harder to make them dead again.”

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487. “No one is ever ready to die. Even when they think they want to. No one is ready.”

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488. “She does not know if it was love, or simply a reprieve. If contentment can compete with passion, if warmth will ever be as strong as heat. But it was a gift.”

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489. “For twenty-three years, she dreaded the marker of time, what it meant: that she was growing up, growing old.”

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490. “No,” said Victor, waving his drink. “No, Eli. You don’t do anything like that.” “Like what?” “Without thinking. You had to have a reason.” “How do you know?” “Because I know you. I see you.” Eli drew his fingers through a ring of water on the table. “I don’t want to be forgotten.”

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491. “These days, Rhy always seemed to be the source of Kell’s suffering, while Kell himself walked around as if the world were suddenly made of glass, all because of Rhy. It wasn’t even in the end, wasn’t balanced, wasn’t fair. Rhy held Kell’s pain in his hands, while Kell held Rhy’s life in his.”

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492. “I hope Victor hurts him,” she said cheerfully. “A lot.” “Jesus. Three days and you’re already taking after him.”

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493. “A game is worth playing if you stand a chance at winning.”

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494. “A passionate affair, to be sure, but only because time is a luxury she can’t afford. Sure, she dreams of sleepy mornings over coffee, legs draped across a lap, inside jokes and easy laughter, but those comforts come with knowing. There can be no slow build, no quiet lust, intimacy fostered over days, weeks, months. Not for them. So she longs for the mornings, but she settles for the nights, and if it cannot be love, well, then, at least it is not lonely.”

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495. “Two days later, when Adeline’s father returns, he comes bearing a fresh pad of parchment, and a bundle of black lead pencils, bound with string, and the first thing she does is pick the best one, and sink it down into the ground behind their garden, and pray that the next time her father leaves, she will be with him. But if the gods hear, they do not answer. She never goes to the market again.”

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496. “The noise is like a tide, and Olivia lets it wash over her, grateful for the sound after so much silence, even if none of them are talking about what she saw, about the fact there is another world beyond the wall.”

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497. “Even if you met everyone you remembered, I would still know you best.”

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498. “The queen considered him, her pale lips curling at the edges. “The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.”

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499. “He was taught early that magic reclaimed magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost. Nothing lasted. Nothing remained.”

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500. “In this moment, she is holding to the sound of her name, her real name, on someone else’s tongue, and it is enough, it is enough, it is enough.”

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