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

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204. “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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205. “The darkness is no place to be alone.”

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

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

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208. “Barron’s kindness was like a curse, because she knew she had done nothing to deserve it.”

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209. “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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210. “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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211. “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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212. “Even rocks wear away to nothing.”

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213. “When everything slips through your fingers, you learn to savor the feel of nice things against your palm.”

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214. “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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215. “Dying doesn’t help the dead. It doesn’t find the lost. A lot of people have fallen. But some of us are still standing. So if you want to give up, walk out that curtain. I won’t stop you. I won’t save you again. But if you want to put your second chance to better use, come with me.”

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

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217. “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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218. “Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.”

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

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

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222. “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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223. “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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224. “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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225. “Paris, France July 29, 1719.”

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226. “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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227. “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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228. “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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229. “Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”

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

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231. “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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232. “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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233. “The earth beneath your feet does not care you will be king. Nor the water in your cup. Nor the air you breath. You must speak to them as equal.”

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234. “We all have battle scars. People in our past.”

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

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

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238. “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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239. “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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240. “Am i the devil, or the darkness?”

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

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

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

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244. “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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245. “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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246. “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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247. “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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248. “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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249. “People talk about carrying torches for old flames, and it’s not a full fire, but Addie’s hands are full of candles.”

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250. “I do not know why you two are circling each other like stars. It is not my cosmic dance. But I do know that you come asking after one another, when only a few strides and a handful of stars divide you.”

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