Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “He wished for the first time in his life that he believed in God.”

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452. “Are you afraid yet? Are you afraid?”

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453. “They look at you and see whatever they want. Because they don’t see you at all.”

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454. “You look at me, Kell, and think we are alike. That we are the same, even, one person on two divergent paths. Perhaps you think our power bonds us. Allow me to correct your misapprehension. We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.”

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455. “She knows too well what’s it like when people take one weakness and define you by it.”

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456. “She missed him the way someone might miss the sun in winter, though they still dread its heat. She missed the sound of his voice, the knowing in his touch, the flint-on-stone friction of their conversations, the way they fit together.”

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457. “Henry would rather be a storykeeper than a storyteller.”

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458. “She swears sometimes her memory runs forward as well as back, unspooling to show the roads she’ll never get to travel. But that way lies madness, and she has learned not to follow.”

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459. “Faith. It seemed a shallow substitution, but Kell supposed he couldn’t blame the Grey-worlders. Everyone needed to believe in something, and without magic, they has settled for a lesser god. One full of holes and mysteries and made-up rules. The irony was that they had abandoned magic long before it abandoned them, smothered it with this almighty God of theirs.”

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460. “If she had been kinder, softer, or perhaps if she had simply lived another life, another time.”

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461. “It is not as still as death, not as empty, or calm. There is a violence to this blind black void. It is birds’ wings beating against her skin. It is the rush of the wind in her hair. It is a thousand whispering voices. It is fear, and falling, and it is a feral, wild feeling, and by the time she thinks to scream, the darkness has peeled away again, the night has re-formed, and Luc is once again beside her.”

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462. “She’d ben teasing, but he clearly wasn’t.”

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463. “Lila was nineteen. Nineteen, and every one of the years felt carved into her.”

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464. “Brother,” said Rhy, holding him tight. And unlike the coat, and all the other trappings of Kell’s old life, this one, at least, still fit.”

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465. “Names are important,” she said, twirling the cord. “Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out.” Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. “My name is Lila Bard,” she answered, drawing her favorite knife, “and I don’t give a damn.”

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466. “The people fed on the magic and the magic fed on them until it ate their bodies and their minds and then their souls.”

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467. “It’s just a door. Not a period, An elipsis. A to-be-continued.”

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468. “Her mother wishes she was more like Isabelle Therault, sweet and kind and utterly incurious, content to keep her eyes down upon her knitting instead of looking up at clouds, instead of wondering what’s around the bend, over the hills. But Adeline does not know how to be like Isabelle. She does not want to be like Isabelle.”

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469. “It is such a grand word, soul. Like god, like time, like space, and when she’s tried to picture it, she’s conjured images of lightning, or sunbeams through dust, of storms the shape of human forms, of vast and edgeless white. The truth is so much smaller.”

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470. “You’re the hero... ,” she said, finding his eyes,“... of your own story anyway.”

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471. “The darkness plays its own game,” she says. “It makes its own rules,” she says. “And you have lost.”

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472. “Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth. Magic is wild, so you must be tame. Magic is chaos, so you must be calm. Are you calm, Kell?”

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473. “The darkness turns on Addie, then, and there is no vestige of Luc in the roiling smoke. There are no green eyes. No playful smirk. Nothing but a menacing void, a shadow filled with teeth. It has been a long time since Addie felt true fear. Sadness, she knows; loneliness and grief. But fear belongs to those with more to lose. And yet. Staring into that dark, Addie is afraid.”

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474. “A successful theft is an anonymous act. The absence of a mark.”

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475. “Once you know about a thing, you start to see it everywhere.”

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476. “She’d waged freedom. She’d wanted adventure. And she didn’t think she minded dying for it. She only wished dying didn’t hurt so much.”

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477. “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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478. “Belief is a bit like gravity. Enough people believe a thing, and it becomes as solid and real as the ground beneath your feet.”

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479. “Bea insists that everyone who works in a bookstore wants to be a writer, but Henry’s never fancied himself a novelist. Sure, he’s tried putting pen to paper, but it never really works. He can’t find the words, the story, the voice. Can’t figure out what he could possibly add to so many shelves. Henry would rather be a storykeeper than a storyteller.”

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480. “Feral magic in a lover’s form.”

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481. “There is George Therault, and Roger’s oldest daughter, and Isabelle’s two sons, and the next time Addie comes, they will all be dead, the last of her old life – her first life – buried in the same ten-meter plot.”

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482. “The humor, along with that horrible false cheer and fake smile, was gone, wiped away. In a way, Eli wasn’t quite as frightening, because she’d always been able to see the monster in his eyes. Now it had finally stopped hiding.”

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483. “The sun is out, fighting for warmth, but the shade still belongs to winter, so Addie follows the light, sinking onto a grassy slope beneath the cloudless sky.”

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484. “It’s a long-running sore point between them, the fact that Henry isn’t gay, that he’s attracted to a person first and their gender second. Robbie cringes, but doesn’t apologize.”

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485. “My name is Adeline LaRue, she tells herself. My father taught me how to be a dreamer, and my mother taught me how to be a wife, and Estele taught me how to speak to gods.”

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486. “What do you think your London did, when the darkness came? When Osaron’s magic consumed his world, and threatened to take ours with it? You traded away our world’s safety for your own, locked the doors and trapped us between the raging water and the rocks. How does it feel now?”

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487. “I have a hacker, a half-dead dog, and a child. It’s hardly an arsenal.”

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488. “Victor wished he could trade abilities with Eli. But first he wiped the blood from the counter, and poured himself another drink.”

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489. “Because the shadows can’t touch me, and the fallen won’t. Because I’m good with magic, and better with a blade, and I’ve got more power in my blood than you’ve got in this whole damned palace. Because I’ve no qualms about killing, and on top of it all, I’ve got a knack for keeping your sons – both of them – alive.”

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490. “You know, Miss Bard, there is such a thing as being sharp enough to cut yourself.”

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491. “You can’t kill me today,” she called back. “I’m late for class.”

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492. “You’re still mad at me.” She straightened. “You tried to seduce me, for information.” “You can’t hold that against me forever.” “It was last night.”

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493. “Once upon a time, her world was only as large as a small village in the middle of France. But it keeps getting bigger. The map of her life unfurls, revealing hills and valleys, towns and cities and seas. Revealing Le Mans. Revealing Paris. Revealing this.”

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494. “This is one of the things she loves about Sam, one of the first things she ever noticed. Sam lives and loves with such an open heart, shares the kind of warmth most reserve only for the closest people in their lives. Reasons come second to needs. She took her in, she warmed her up, before she thought to ask her name.”

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495. “She’d rather liked the rotting ship. But it wasn’t hers. No, hers would be much better.”

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496. “This is where the thinkers are. This is where the dreamers live. This is the heart of the world, and the head, and it is changing.” His eyes dance with light. “Life is so brief, and every night in Rennes I’d go to bed, and lie awake, and think, there is another day behind me, and who knows how few ahead.”

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497. “Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.”

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498. “Men look at anyone with power and see only a threat, an obstacle in their path. They never have the sense to see power for what it really is. Potential.”

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499. “He’d seen enough nature specials on the common room set to know that prey had eyes on the sides of their head, were constantly on guard, but predators’ eyes were forward-facing, close together, unafraid.”

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500. “So much spoken, so little said.”

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