Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Nature is made of cycles, and we are made of nature. What is unnatural is believing in an infallible man and a nice place waiting in the sky.” George.”

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52. “I saw an elephant, and thought of you. I was in Paris, and you were not. “And you thought of me,” she says.”

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53. “Pain reminds us that we are alive.”

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54. “But that’s the thing, Henry, you haven’t been you. You waste so much time on people who don’t deserve you. People who don’t know you, because you don’t let them know you.”

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55. “Love and loss,” he said, “are like a ship and the sea. They rise together. The more we love, the more we have to lose. But the only way to avoid loss is to avoid love. And what a sad world that would be.”

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56. “I would rather see clouds blot out the stars.”

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57. “Lo exasperante del tiempo es que nunca es suficiente.”

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58. “I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth.”

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59. “A defiant smile flashes across Addie’s lips. “I suppose I prefer my freedom to my reputation.” Madame Geoffrin laughs, a short sound, more surprise than amusement. “My dear, there are ways to buck the system, and ways to play it. What is your name?”

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60. “Blink – and a year is gone. Blink – and five more follow. It is like a gap between stones, this village, just wide enough for things to get lost. The kind of place where time slips and blurs, where a month, a year, a life can go missing.”

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61. “Priste ir Essen. Essen ir Priste. “Power in Balance. Balance in Power.” Equal parts motto, mantra, and prayer, the words ran beneath the royal emblem in Red London, and could be found in shops and homes alike. People in Kell’s world believed that magic was neither an infinite resource nor a base one. It was meant to be used but not abused, wielded with reverence as well as caution.”

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62. “It reminds her of Dorian Gray, time reflected in cowhide instead of human skin.”

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63. “Day breaks like an egg yolk, spilling yellow light across the field.”

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64. “Your enemy’s strength is also their weakness.”

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65. “And she is tired. Unspeakably tired. But there is no question she has lived. “Nothing is all good or all bad,” she says. “Life is so much messier than that.” And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it. Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow? Were the moments of beauty worth the years of pain? And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says, “Always.”

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66. “The rise isn’t worth the fall.”

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67. “Sleep is for the rich and the bored.”

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68. “Vosijk, he almost said. My name is Holland Vosijk.”

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69. “One time salt, and the next honey, and each designed to cover poison.”

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70. “It is the seam between winter and spring – though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens.”

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71. “Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.” “I get the feeling that’s not what Thomas Jefferson meant,” muttered Mitch.”

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72. “Purity without balance is its own corruption.”

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73. “Kell swept Lila up into his arms, amazed at her lightness. She took up so much space in the world – in his world – it was hard to imagine her being so slight. In his mind, she was made of stone.”

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74. “I do want to die as I have lived – born and buried in the same 10 meter plot.”

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75. “What’s life without a little trouble?”

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76. “That’s the trouble with March – the warmth never lasts. There’s that narrow stretch when it parades as spring, just enough for you to thaw if you’re sitting in the sun, but then it’s gone. The sun has moved on. The shadows have swept in.”

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77. “You must make time for that which matters, for that which defines you: your passion, your progress, your pen. Take it up, and write your own story.”

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78. “Addie has discovered chocolate.”

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79. “Here, he is the darkness she met that night. Feral magic in a lover’s form. His edges blur into shadow, his skin the color of moonlight, his eyes the exact shade of the moss behind him. He is wild. But so is she.”

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80. “Remy Laurent is laughter bottled into skin. It spills out of him at every turn.”

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81. “How quickly we devolve. People become animals the moment they are caged.”

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82. “Listen to me. Life can feel very long sometimes, but in the end, it goes so fast. You better live a good life.”

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83. “Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Because visions weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades... Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end... everyone wants to be remembered.”

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84. “Get up, get up, there are worlds to conquer.”

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85. “Greatness requires sacrifice. Who you sacrifice to matters less than what you sacrifice for. And in the end, she became what she wanted to be.”

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86. “I will simply go where it is dark again.” Addie rises, goes to the window, and draws the curtains closed, plunging the room back into lightless black. “There,” she says, feeling her way back to him. “Now it is dark again.” Luc laughs, a soft, beautiful sound, and pulls her down into the bed.”

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87. “Perhaps you are haunting me. What a comforting thought. Maybe it’s you in the darkness.”

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88. “Ideas taking root, growing wild, the seeds unseen.”

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89. “Some people are repelled by darkness. Others are drawn to it, to the static crackle of power in a place. To the hum of magic, or the presence of the dead. They can see these forces staining the world like ink in water.”

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90. “There are days when she mourns the prospect of another year, another decade, another century. There are nights when she cannot sleep, moments when she lies awake and dreams of dying. But then she wakes, and sees the pink and orange dawn against the clouds, or hears the lament of a lone fiddle, the music and the melody, and remembers there is such beauty in the world.”

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91. “Scars are not shameful,” said Ojka, “not unless you let them be.” The knight straightened. “If you do not wear them, they will wear you.” And with that, she’d walked away.”

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92. “To feel awake when my eyes are open.”

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93. “Art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories.”

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94. “A boy is born with a broken heart.”

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95. “She can speak German, Italian, Spanish, Swiss, but French is different, French is bread baking in her mother’s oven, French is her father’s hands carving wood, French is Estele murmuring to her garden.”

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96. “Such is the quandary when it comes to magic, that it is not an issue of strength but of balance. For too little power, and we become weak. Too much, and we become something else entirely.”

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97. “Humans are capable of such wondrous things. Of cruelty, and war, but also art and invention.”

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98. “The moments that define lives aren’t always obvious. They don’t always scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there’s no rope to duck under, no line to cross, no blood pact, no official letter on fancy paper. They aren’t always protracted, heavy with meaning.”

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99. “The vexing thing about time,” he says, “is that it’s never enough. Perhaps a decade too short, perhaps a moment. But a life always ends too soon.”

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100. “I was in love once,” she added, as if it were an afterthought. “His name was Vik. I loved him the way the moon loves the stars – that is what we say, when a person fills the world with light.”

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