Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “So much of life becomes routine, but food is like music, like art, replete with the promise of something new.”

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102. “She will come back to this moment a thousand times. In frustration, and regret, in sorrow, and self-pity, and unbridled rage. She will come to face the fact that she cursed herself before he ever did.”

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

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

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

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108. “You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.”

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109. “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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110. “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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111. “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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112. “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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113. “Purity without balance is its own corruption.”

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114. “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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115. “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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116. “You know,” she’d said, “they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique, but I think they’re more like skies. Some are cloudy, some are stormy, some are clear, but no two are ever quite the same.”

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117. “Palimpsest. She doesn’t know the word just yet, but fifty years from now, in a Paris salon, she will hear it for the first time, the idea of the past blotted out, written over by the present, and think of this moment in Le Mans. A.”

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118. “You are not capable of love because you cannot understand what it is to care for someone else more than yourself. If you loved me, you would have let me go by now.”

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

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

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121. “Blink and you’re twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you’re still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.”

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122. “You belong to me.” There is a sound like thunder in the back of his throat. “With me.”

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123. “Only fools are certain.”

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124. “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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125. “Be lost. Give up. give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.”

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126. “She missed him the way someone might miss the sun in winter, though they still dread its heat.”

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127. “If her eyes could speak, they would laugh.”

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

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130. “It is a car crash in slow motion, and Addie knew it was bound to happen, the inevitable collision of people and place, time and circumstance.”

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131. “When no one understands, that’s usually a good sign that you’re wrong.”

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132. “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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133. “Rain drums its fingers on the garden shed.”

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134. “La vida puede parecer muy larga a veces, pero al final, pasa volando.”

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135. “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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136. “And then he whispers three words into her hair. “I love you,” he says, and Addie wonders if this is love, this gentle thing. If it is meant to be this soft, this kind. The difference between heat, and warmth. Passion, and contentment. “I love you too,” she says. She wants it to be true.”

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

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139. “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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140. “Nothing is all good or all bad. Life is so much messier than that.”

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

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142. “Addie has discovered chocolate.”

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143. “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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144. “Olvidar es triste, desde luego. Pero que te olviden resulta solitario.”

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145. “I am stronger than your god and older than your devil. I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth.”

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146. “He is full of roots, while she has only branches.”

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147. “You deserve someone who loves you as you are. the good and the bad and the maddening.”

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148. “Beneath him, sprawled on the tiles, was the lifeless body of Eli Cardale. Eli, who showed up in the hallway sophomore year with a suitcase and a smile. Eli, who believed in God and had a monster inside just like Victor, but knew how to hide it better.”

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149. “Want is for children. If this were want, I would be rid of you by now. I would have forgotten you centuries ago,” he says, a bitter loathing in his voice. “This is need. And need is painful but patient. Do you hear me, Adeline? I need you. As you need me. I love you, as you love me.”

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150. “But humans are messy Luc. That is the wonder of them. They live and love and make mistakes, and they feel so much. And maybe – maybe I am no longer one of them.”

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