Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten, To remember when know one else does.”

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152. “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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153. “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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154. “Addie has had three hundred years to practice her father’s art, to whittle herself down to a few essential truths, to learn the things she cannot do without.”

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155. “There’s no context, just the illusion that you’re showing a snapshot of a life, but life isn’t snapshots, it’s fluid. So photos are like fictions. I loved that about them. Everyone thinks photography is truth, but it’s just a very convincing lie.” “Why did you stop?” Because time doesn’t work like photos. Click, and it stays still. Blink, and it leaps forward.”

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156. “A house like this has too much history, and history always brings it’s share of ghosts. But it’s not a bad thing,” he adds, packing up his kit. “Ghosts were people once, and people come in all ways, good and bad and what’s between. Sure, maybe some are out to frighten, but others, I think, are just watching, wishing they could help.”

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157. “For every shadow, there must be light.”

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158. “I am Delilah Bard, she thought as the ropes cut into her skin. I am a thief and a pirate and a traveler. I have set foot in three different worlds, and lived. I have shed the blood of royals and held magic in my hands. And a ship full of men cannot do what I can. I don’t need any of you. I am one of a damned kind. Feeling suitably empowered, she set her back to the ship, and gazed out at the sprawling night ahead.”

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

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160. “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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161. “You must be immune,” said Rhy. Alucard looked down at his hands, considering the scars that traced his veins. “And to think, all I had to give up were my good looks.” Rhy managed a ghost of a smile. “I rather like the silver.” Alucard raised a brow. “Do you? Maybe it will start a trend.” Kell rolled his eyes. “If you two are done,” he said, “we should show the king.”

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162. “Sydney, look at me.′ He rested his hands on the car roof and leaned in. ‘No one is going to hurt you. Do you know why?’ She shook her head, and Victor smiled. ‘Because I’ll hurt them first.”

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163. “The darkness is no place to be alone.”

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164. “Your freckles look like stars.”

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

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166. “SYDNEY Clarke died on a cool March day. It was just before lunch, and it was all Serena’s fault.”

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167. “The sky outside is a static gray, a thin mist of rain blurring the buildings. It is the kind of day designed for wood fires, and mugs of tea, and well-loved books.”

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168. “He lifted his glass. “To never dying.” Eli lifted his. “To being remembered.” Their glasses clinked as Eli added, “Forever.”

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169. “Blink and you’re halfway through school, paralyzed by the idea that whatever you choose to do, it means choosing NOT to do a hundred other things, so you change your major half a dozen times before finally ending up in theology, and for a while it seems like the right path, but that’s really just a reflex to the pride on your parents faces.”

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170. “I love you, Kell, but I had no interest in matching tattoos.”

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171. “Funny, how some people take an age to warm, and others simply walk into every room as if it’s home.”

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172. “Why would anyone trade a lifetime of talent for a few years of glory?” Luc’s smile darkens. “Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Because vision weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades.” He leans close, twists a lock of her hair around one finger. “Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end,” he says, “everyone wants to be remembered.”

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173. “He tastes like the air at night, heady with the weight of summer storms. He tastes like the faint traces of far-off woodsmoke, a fire dying in the dark. He tastes like the forest, and somehow, impossibly, like home.”

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174. “If red was the color of magic in balance – of harmony between power and humanity – then black was the color of magic without balance, without order, without restraint.”

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175. “Free – such a small word for such a magnificent thing.”

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176. “The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful.”

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177. “Pain, Victor had learned, turned people into animals.”

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178. “Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them.”

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179. “But a life without art, without wonder, without beautiful things – she would go mad. She has gone mad. What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.”

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

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181. “Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. “He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.” Eli cleaned the blood from his hand. “No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”

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

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183. “She was the kind of pretty that steals your breath, and the kind you can’t really capture in a photo, because the magic is in the movement.”

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184. “We don’t choose what we are, but we choose what we do.”

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185. “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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186. “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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187. “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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188. “Put the right words into the world, never know what you’ll catch.”

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189. “If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain?”

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190. “Husband. A word like a millstone, all weight and no warmth.”

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191. “They teach you growing up that you are only one thing at a time – angry, lonely, content – but he’s never found that to be true. He is a dozen things at once. He is lost and scared and grateful, he is sorry and happy and afraid.”

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192. “You see only flaws and faults, weaknesses to be exploited. But humans are messy, Luc. That is the wonder of them. They live and love and make mistakes, and they feel so much.”

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193. “Olivia Prior has never been a quiet girl. She has always made a point of making noise, everywhere she goes, in part to remind people that just because she cannot speak, does not mean that she is silent, and in part because she simply likes the weight of sound, likes the way it takes up space.”

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194. “In myths, the hero survives. The evil is vanquished. The world is set right. Sometimes there are celebrations, and sometimes there are funerals. The dead are buried. The living move on. Nothing changes. Everything changes. This is a myth. This is not a myth.”

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195. “Small places make for small lives.”

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196. “Estele, who belongs to everyone, and no one, and herself.”

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197. “I am stronger than your god and older than your devil. I am the darkness between stars, and the roots beneath the earth. I am promise, and potential, and when it comes to playing games, i divine the rules, I set the pieces, and I choose when to play.”

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198. “People tend to talk to Olivia, or rather, at her, some uneasy with the silence, others treating it as an invitation.”

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199. “Rain drums its fingers on the garden shed.”

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200. “Am i the devil, or the darkness?”

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