Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.”

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

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

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354. “Grey for the magic-less city. Red, for the healthy empire. White, for the starving world.”

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355. “So she longs for the mornings, but she settles for the nights...”

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356. “She wants to hold the night like a chocolate on her tongue, savor every second before it melts.”

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357. “Addie orders a large coffee and two muffins, one blueberry and the other chocolate chip, and then hands over a crumpled ten that she’d found on Toby’s coffee table.”

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358. “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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359. “It is easier to be alone among so many people.”

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360. “Dreamer is too soft a word. It conjures thoughts of silken sleep, of lazy days in fields of tall grass, of charcoal smudges on soft parchment.”

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361. “It was the only time the heavy panic set in, panic that she would never leave, never get to go home. She would be forgotten here, wearing the same pale clothes as everyone else, blending in with the patients and the nurses and the walls, and her family would be outside in the world and she would bleed away like a memory, like a colorful shirt washed too many times.”

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362. “She missed him the way someone might miss the sun in winter, though they still dread its heat. She missed the sound of his voice, the knowing in his touch, the flint-on-stone friction of their conversations, the way they fit together.”

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363. “Would you rather feel nothing or everything?”

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364. “Outside the window, the day just carries on as if nothing’s changed, but it feels like everything has, because Addie LaRue is immortal, and Henry Strauss is damned.”

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365. “We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.”

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366. “But the sorrow has faded, replaced by stubborn rage, and she resolves to kindle it, to shield and nurture the flame until it takes far more than a single breath to blow it out.”

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367. “You look at me, Kell, and think we are alike. That we are the same, even, one person on two divergent paths. Perhaps you think our power bonds us. Allow me to correct your misapprehension. We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.”

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368. “Muriel Strauss, who at twenty-four only ever talks about the world in terms of conceptual authenticity and creative truth, who’s been a darling of the New York art scene since her first semester at Tisch, where she quickly realized she was better at critiquing art than creating it.”

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369. “Hate was too simple a word. He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. They were alike, more so now than ever. And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see the look in Eli’s eyes when he lit them up with pain. He wanted his attention.”

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370. “That day was awful. Muriel put gum in David’s book and I had a cold, and my parents were fighting right up until the flash went off. And in the photo, we all look so... happy. 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 photo’s 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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371. “What do you think your London did, when the darkness came? When Osaron’s magic consumed his world, and threatened to take ours with it? You traded away our world’s safety for your own, locked the doors and trapped us between the raging water and the rocks. How does it feel now?”

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372. “She breathes life into him with every line. And with every stroke, coaxes out another story.”

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373. “A life worth having is a life worth taking.”

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374. “Dead men can’t hold grudges.”

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375. “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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376. “And she is laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks, and he wants to wipe them away, but his hands are her hands, and she is drawing.”

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377. “But life is pointless without pleasure.”

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378. “I belong wherever I choose.”

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379. “She bent most of the rules. She broke the rest.”

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380. “It seemed like a good plan, or at least, like the best of several bad ones. But.”

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381. “You almost died, Kell. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.” His.”

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382. “She pauses at MEMOIR, studying the titles on the spines, so many I’s and Me’s and My’s, possessive words for possessive lives. What a luxury, to tell one’s story. To be read, remembered.”

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383. “She’d waged freedom. She’d wanted adventure. And she didn’t think she minded dying for it. She only wished dying didn’t hurt so much.”

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384. “What I want, what I’ve always truly wanted, is for someone to remember me. That’s why you can say my name. That’s why you can go away and come back, and still know who I am. And that’s why I can look at you, and see you as you are. And it is enough. It will always be enough.”

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385. “Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth. Magic is wild, so you must be tame. Magic is chaos, so you must be calm. Are you calm, Kell?”

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386. “The darkness turns on Addie, then, and there is no vestige of Luc in the roiling smoke. There are no green eyes. No playful smirk. Nothing but a menacing void, a shadow filled with teeth. It has been a long time since Addie felt true fear. Sadness, she knows; loneliness and grief. But fear belongs to those with more to lose. And yet. Staring into that dark, Addie is afraid.”

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387. “A successful theft is an anonymous act. The absence of a mark.”

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388. “She will learn in time that she can lie, and the words will flow like wine, easily poured, easily swallowed. But the truth will always stop at the end of her tongue. Her story silenced for all but herself.”

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389. “Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate. All she needed was a working ship.”

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390. “Henry Strauss wakes her with kisses.”

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391. “Normal was such a fragile thing, so easily upset by even good intentions.”

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392. “Black curls. Pale eyes. Strong jaw. Sloping shoulders and a cupid’s bow mouth. A man she’d never meet, a life she’d never know, a world she could only dream of.”

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393. “Death comes for us all,” said Holland evenly. “I would simply have mine mean something.”

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394. “Fear belongs to those with more to lose.”

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395. “The time always ends a second before you’re ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.”

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396. “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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397. “Brother,” said Rhy, holding him tight. And unlike the coat, and all the other trappings of Kell’s old life, this one, at least, still fit.”

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398. “We’re all here for a reason, Bard. Some reasons are just bigger than others. So I guess I’m not scared of who you are, or even what you are. I’m scared of why you are.”

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399. “Names are important,” she said, twirling the cord. “Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out.” Beyond the doors, Kell let out a scream of frustration, a sob of pain. “My name is Lila Bard,” she answered, drawing her favorite knife, “and I don’t give a damn.”

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400. “She begins to wonder at the importance of a name at all. The very idea will begin to lose its meaning, the way a word does when said too many times, breaking down into useless sounds and syllables.”

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