Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer.”

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302. “It is just a storm, he tells himself, but he is tired of looking for shelter. It is just a storm, but there is always another waiting in its wake.”

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303. “Do you think a life has any value if one doesn’t leave some mark upon the world?”

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304. “We want to prove things, in life, more than we want to disprove them. We want to believe.”

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305. “Faith. It seemed a shallow substitution, but Kell supposed he couldn’t blame the Grey-worlders. Everyone needed to believe in something, and without magic, they has settled for a lesser god. One full of holes and mysteries and made-up rules. The irony was that they had abandoned magic long before it abandoned them, smothered it with this almighty God of theirs.”

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306. “A park in London. A patio in Prague. A tea room in Edinburgh.”

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307. “And in the morning it looks like ghosts have danced across the kitchen, and they pretend there were two instead of one.”

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308. “It’s like that Zen koan, the one about the tree falling in the woods. If no one heard it, did it happen? If a person cannot leave a mark, do they exist?”

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309. “Spells are for witches, and witches are too often burned.”

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310. “But Muriel’s always been like strong perfume. Better in small doses. And at a distance.”

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311. “Magic might live in the blood, but not in the bloodline. It wasn’t passed from parent to child. It chose its own way. Chose its shape. The strong sometimes gave birth to the weak, or the other way around. Fire wielders were often born from water mages, earth movers from healers. Power could not be cultivated like a crop, distilled through generations.”

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312. “Magic and magician must between them balance. Magic itself is chaos. The magician must be calm. A fractured self is a poor vessel for power, spilling power without focus or measure from every crack.”

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313. “She fills the room with stories, with laughter, with warmth and light.”

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314. “She spins and twirls, and dances partner-less across the snow, laughing at the strange and simple magic of the moment.”

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315. “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.”

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316. “I remember seeing that picture and realizing that photographs weren’t real. 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.”

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317. “Maybe we are broken. But we put ourselves back together. We survived. That’s what makes us so powerful. And as for family – well, blood is always family, but family doesn’t always have to be blood.”

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318. “Lila Bard lived by a simple rule: if a thing was worth having, it was worth taking.”

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319. “Are you afraid yet? Are you afraid?”

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320. “The night Kate Harker decided to burn down the school chapel, she wasn’t angry or drunk. She was desperate.”

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321. “Henry wonders, as they wait in the queue, if some people have natural style, or if they simply have the discipline to curate themselves every day.”

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322. “Alucard knew the Maresh palace better than he should. Rhy had shown him a dozen ways in and out; hidden doors and secret halls, a curtain pulled aside to reveal a stairwell, a door set flush with the wall. All the ways a friend could sneak into a room, or a lover into bed.”

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323. “Pain can be beautiful,” he says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “It can transform. It can create.”

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324. “I saw an Elephant, in Paris.”

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325. “And dreams can never hurt you. That’s what her mother said. Of course, she knows now it isn’t true. Dreams can make you hurt yourself, dreams can make you do so many things, if you’re not careful.”

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326. “The darkness has granted her freedom from death, perhaps, but not from this. Not from suffering.”

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327. “Feral magic in a lover’s form.”

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328. “The humor, along with that horrible false cheer and fake smile, was gone, wiped away. In a way, Eli wasn’t quite as frightening, because she’d always been able to see the monster in his eyes. Now it had finally stopped hiding.”

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329. “I remember seeing that picture and realizing that photographs weren’t real. 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.”

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330. “Ignorance is only bliss if you want to get caught.”

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331. “After all, the darkness only looked the way he did because of her. She’d given him that shape, chosen what to make of him, what to see. “Don’t you remember?” She told him then, “When you were nothing but shadow and smoke?”

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332. “That we could be more. Hell, we could be heroes.” “We could be dead,” said Eli. “That’s a risk everyone takes by living.”

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333. “Love doesn’t keep us from freezing to death, Kell,” she continued, “or starving, or being knifed for the coins in our pocket. Love doesn’t buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need for nothing.”

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334. “Belief is a bit like gravity. Enough people believe a thing, and it becomes as solid and real as the ground beneath your feet. But when you’re the only one holding on to an idea, a memory, a girl, it’s hard to keep it from floating away.”

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335. “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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336. “A soul, for copper coins on a Paris dock.”

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337. “What a waste of life, to stand around and think so much on every little thing.”

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338. “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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339. “I’m not going to die,” she said. “Not till I’ve seen it.” “Seen what?” Her smile widened. “Everything.” Kell.”

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340. “Yes. Because unless you plan to wed me yourself – and don’t get me wrong, I think we’d make a dashing pair – I must try and find a mate.”

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341. “She forgave him nothing. She owed him everything.”

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

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343. “Everything starts with belief. With faith.”

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344. “She dragged her head up and saw Kell standing in the road, the strange magical boy in his black coat, looking breathless and angry. Lila couldn’t believe it.”

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345. “Books feed hungry minds. Tips feed the cat?”

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346. “She’d ben teasing, but he clearly wasn’t.”

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347. “These days, everyone’s looking down,” muses Sam. “It’s nice to see someone looking up.”

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348. “Lila was nineteen. Nineteen, and every one of the years felt carved into her.”

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349. “Outnumbered is not the same as outmatched.”

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350. “There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.”

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