Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “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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152. “La vida puede parecer muy larga a veces, pero al final, pasa volando.”

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153. “How do you walk to the end of the world? she once asked. And when Addie didn’t know, the old woman smiled that wrinkled grin, and answered. One step at a time.”

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154. “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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155. “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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156. “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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157. “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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158. “Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.”

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159. “I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry. But I’m here now, so you can’t die,” he said, his voice finally breaking. “Don’t you see how rude that would be, when I’ve come so far?”

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160. “Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling – the hope – that everyone was born with the ability to do something, that if he just searched hard enough he would find it. His gift. His purpose.”

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161. “The darkness whispers in her ear, arms wrapped like a scarf around her throat. I am always with you.”

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162. “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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163. “Never pray to the gods that answer after dark.”

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164. “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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165. “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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166. “How quickly we devolve. People become animals the moment they are caged.”

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

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168. “Crime isn’t that complicated. People steal because taking something gives them something. If they’re not in it for the money, they’re in it for control. The act of taking, of breaking the rules, makes them feel powerful. They’re in it for the sheer defiance. Some people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive.”

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169. “There are no good men in this game,” said Mitch. But Sydney didn’t care about good. She wasn’t sure she believed in it. “I’m not afraid of Victor.” “I know.” He sounded sad when he said it.”

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170. “A boy is sick of his broken heart. Tired of his storm-filled brain. So he drinks until he cannot feel the pieces scraping together in his chest, until he cannot hear the thunder rolling through his head.”

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171. “Addie has discovered chocolate.”

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172. “Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.”

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173. “There is a freedom, after all, in being forgotten.”

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174. “The past drawn like a silk sheet over the present.”

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

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

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177. “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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178. “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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179. “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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180. “Trouble followed him like a shadow, clinging to him no matter how much good light he tried to stand in. In his hands, good things broke and bad things grew.”

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181. “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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182. “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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183. “When no one understands, that’s usually a good sign that you’re wrong.”

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

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

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187. “Aut viam invenium aut faciam, and so on.” She does not know Latin yet, and he does not offer a translation, but a decade from now, she will look up the words, and learn their meaning. To find a way, or make your own.”

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188. “There is a rhythm to moving through the world alone. You discover what you can and cannot live without, the simple necessities and small joys that define a life. Not food, not shelter, not the basic things a body needs – those are, for her, a luxury – but the things that keep you sane. That bring you joy. That make life bearable.”

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189. “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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190. “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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191. “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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192. “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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193. “You belong to me.” There is a sound like thunder in the back of his throat. “With me.”

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194. “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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195. “He’s not a bad man,” she said. “There are no good men in this game,” said Mitch. But Sydney didn’t care about good. She wasn’t sure she believed in it.”

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

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198. “I don’t mean in a normal, time flies way,” Henry’s saying. “I mean feeling like it’s surging by so fast, and you try to reach out and grab it, you try to hold on, but it just keeps rushing away. And every second, there’s a little less time, and a little less air, and sometimes when I’m sitting still, I start to think about it, and when I think about it, I can’t breathe. I have to get up. I have to move.”

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199. “I think there are many ways to matter.” He plucks the book from his pocket. “These are the words of a man – Voltaire. But they are also the hands that set the type. The ink that made it readable, the tree that made the paper. All of them matter, though credit goes only to the name on the cover.”

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

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