Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Fix your crown, my prince,” he called back as he reached the door. “It’s crooked.”

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

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53. “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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54. “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives.”

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55. “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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56. “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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57. “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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58. “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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59. “There’s a difference between power and strength. You know what that is? Control.”

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

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

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64. “March is a fickle month.”

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

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

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68. “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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69. “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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70. “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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71. “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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72. “I would rather see clouds blot out the stars.”

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73. “His heart has a draft. It lets in light. It lets in storms. It lets in everything.”

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

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

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

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

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80. “The rise isn’t worth the fall.”

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

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82. “Careful is a calculated risk,” he said. “And I’m very good at making those.”

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

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84. “You move among them like a ghost, because you are not one of them. You cannot live like them. You cannot love like them. You cannot belong with them. You belong to me. With me.”

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85. “Overnight Success is almost always a myth. Half this industry is luck, and the other half is the refusal to quit.”

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86. “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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87. “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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88. “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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89. “No one suffers as beautifully as you do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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97. “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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98. “Power required corruption, and corruption rewarded power.”

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99. “Home is a choice. Those four words sit alone on a page in her mother’s book, surrounded by so much white space they feel like a riddle. In truth, everything her mother wrote feels like a riddle, waiting to be solved.”

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100. “This is why I run. Because caring was a thing with claws. It sunk them in and didn’t let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg. More than a few broken ribs. More than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn’t break you clean. It was a bone that wouldn’t set, a cut that wouldn’t close. It was better not to care... but sometimes people got in.”

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