Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Maybe we are broken. But we put ourselves back together. We survived. That’s what makes us so powerful.”

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

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203. “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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204. “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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205. “Addie has discovered chocolate.”

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206. “Whatever I am, let it be enough.”

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

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208. “She has listened to the bells, and the organ, and the calls to prayer. And yet, despite it all, she has never understood the appeal. How does a ceiling bring you closer to heaven? If God is so large, why build walls to hold Him in?”

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

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210. “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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211. “Even rocks wear away to nothing.”

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

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213. “His parents meant well, of course, but they always told him things like cheer up, or it will get better, or worse, it’s not that bad, which is easy to say when you’ve never had a day of rain.”

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214. “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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215. “I remember you.” Three words, large enough to tip the world.”

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216. “Put the right words into the world, never know what you’ll catch.”

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217. “Tell you what,” said Victor. “You remember me, and I’ll remember you, and that way we won’t be forgotten.”

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218. “Don’t you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke? Darling, he’d said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.”

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219. “I am not some genie, bound to your whim.” He pushes off the tree. “Nor am I some petty forest spirit, content with granting favors for mortal trinkets. 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. And tonight, I say no.”

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220. “Paris, France July 29, 1719.”

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221. “I see someone who cares,” she says slowly. “Perhaps too much. I see someone lost, and hungry. The kind of person who feels like they’re wasting away in a world full of food, because they can’t decide what they want.”

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222. “Victor knew he was playing a dangerous game. The odds were terrible, the stakes monumental. It was Russian roulette, except that a bullet would be a cleaner end.”

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223. “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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224. “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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225. “Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”

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226. “Some people were matches, a bit of light and no heat. And some were furnaces, all heat but little light. And then, once in a blue moon, there was a bonfire, something so hot and bright you couldn’t stand too near without burning.”

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227. “Delilah Bard – always a thief, recently a magician, and one day, hopefully, a pirate – was running as fast as she could.”

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228. “But a life without art, without wonder, without beautiful things – she would go mad. She has gone mad.”

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229. “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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230. “Life can feel so long sometimes, but in the end, it goes so fast.”

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231. “Perhaps it will take twenty years. Perhaps it will take a hundred. But he is not capable of love, and she will prove it. She will ruin him. Ruin his idea of them. She will break his heart, and he will come to hate her once again. She will drive him mad, drive him away. And then, he will cast her off. And she will finally be free.”

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

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

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235. “A grounding force against a rising storm. There is still a little time, the hand on the watch a fraction of a fraction of a fraction from midnight, and he can hear Bea’s voice in his head. Only you would arrive early to your own death.”

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236. “Heaven is a nice spot in the shade, a broad tree over my bones.”

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

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238. “One day you will be old and wrinkled, and I will still love you.”

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239. “A thief plays the game only when they think they’ll win. A pirate plays the game even when they think they’ll lose.”

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240. “I can’t hold a pen. I can’t tell a story. I can’t wield a weapon, or make someone remember. But art,” she says with a quieter smile, “art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They’re like weeds, always finding their way up.” “But no photographs. No film.”

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241. “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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242. “Sure I do,” countered Lila cheerfully. “There’s Dull London, Kell London, Creepy London, and Dead London,” she recited, ticking them off on her fingers. “See? I’m a fast learner.”

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243. “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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244. “The darkness is no place to be alone.”

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245. “Las palabras duelen, incluso mientras las piensa, pues el juego da paso a una necesidad, a un sentimiento demasiado genuino, demasiado peligroso.”

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246. “And Ulysses stopped up his ears against the siren’s song,” recited Victor, pulling the plugs from his own ears as Serena collapsed to the dirt lot, “for it was death.”

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247. “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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248. “A soul, for copper coins on a Paris dock.”

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249. “If a person cannot leave a mark, do they exist?”

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250. “Easy when you didn’t care, when people came onto the page and walked away again, back to their own stories, and you could imagine whatever you wanted for them, if you cared enough to write it in your head. Barron.”

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