Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered? It’s like that Zen koan, the one about the tree falling in the woods. If no one heard it, did it happen? If a person cannot leave a mark, do they exist?”

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52. “For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.”

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53. “I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive.”

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54. “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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55. “Ha descubierto que los libros son una forma de vivir mil vidas, o de hallar la fuerza en una muy larga.”

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56. “Power required corruption, and corruption rewarded power.”

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57. “Teaching is an extension of learning, a way to be a perpetual student.”

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58. “We are all immortal until proven otherwise?”

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

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60. “Tell me about dancing in Paris. Tell me about sailing across the sea. Tell me everything.”

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61. “A head gets lost, but a heart knows home.”

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62. “To those who go looking for doors, are brave enough to open the ones they find, and sometimes bold enough to make their own.”

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63. “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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64. “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives.”

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65. “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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66. “March is such a fickle month. 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. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside.”

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67. “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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68. “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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69. “Whatever I am, she thought, pressing her hand to the wall, let it be enough.”

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70. “Since you have a knack for finding people – ” “I have a knack for killing people,” corrected June. “Finding them is simply a prerequisite.”

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

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72. “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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73. “While seeking revenge, dig two graves – one for yourself. – Douglas Horton.”

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74. “Fix your crown, my prince,” he called back as he reached the door. “It’s crooked.”

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75. “Pain was bright, and death was dark, but grief was grey. A slab of stone resting on his chest. A toxic cloud stripping him of breath.”

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76. “March is a fickle month.”

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77. “The Victor that he knew was dead, replaced by something cold and vicious. A twisted, violent version of himself. Victor had never been good, or sweet – he’d always had a sharp edge; Eli had been drawn to the metallic glint of it –.”

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

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79. “There is a chasm between sustenance and satisfaction, and while she spent the better part of three hundred years eating to stave off the pangs of hunger, she has spent the last fifty delighting in the discovery of flavor. So much of life becomes routine, but food is like music, like art, replete with the promise of something new.”

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80. “Speakeasies are like weeds these days, springing up between the stones of Prohibition.”

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

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82. “What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?”

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83. “The day passes like a sentence. The sun falls like a scythe.”

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84. “Henry Strauss walks home alone through the dark. Addie, he thinks, turning the name over in his mouth. Addie, who looked at him and saw a boy with dark hair, kind eyes, an open face. Nothing more. And nothing else. A cold gust blows, and he pulls his coat close, and looks up at the starless sky. And smiles.”

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

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86. “A dreamer,” scorns her mother. “A dreamer,” mourns her father. “A dreamer,” warns Estele. Still, it does not seem such a bad word.”

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87. “Kell smiled back. And then Lila brought her free hand to his jaw and tugged his mouth toward hers. The kiss was there and then gone, like one of her smiles. “What was that for?” he asked, dazed. “For luck,” she said, squaring her shoulders to the wall. “Not that I need it.”

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88. “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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89. “But this is how you walk to the end of the world. This is how you live forever. Here is one day, and here is the next, and the next, and you take what you can, savor every stolen second, cling to every moment, until it’s gone.”

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

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

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92. “The rise isn’t worth the fall.”

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

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94. “I can shape death,” he says, gesturing to the conjured figures. “But you can give it life.”

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

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

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98. “He may be a sun, but she is a shining comet, dragging their focus like burning meteors in her wake.”

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

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