Top 500 V.E. Schwab Quotes (2026 Update)
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401. “I would see you again,” he says, “in daylight, or in darkness. As a woman, or a man. Please, let me see you again.”

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402. “Food is one of the best things about being alive. Not just food. Good food.”

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403. “Glass bites into her hand, and the pain is sharp, and real, the sudden scald of a burn without the lasting scar, and she does not care. In moments her cuts have already closed. The glasses and bottle lie whole. Once she thought it was a blessing, this inability to break, but now, the impotence is maddening.”

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404. “Because you don’t think I’m a bad person, he said. And I don’t want to prove you wrong.”

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

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

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407. “Only you would arrive early to your own death.”

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408. “Eli’s face slowly, slowly, began to open, and Victor felt his chest loosen with relief as Eli’s darker self peeked through.”

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409. “Why do you want to die? I don’t, she’d say. I just want to live.”

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410. “They became vessels, conduits, for its will, and through them, it twisted whim into reality, blurring the lines, breaking them down, creating and destroying and corrupting everything.”

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

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412. “Suddenly every word is full of weight, honesty is such a heavy thing.”

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

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414. “Myths do not happen all at once. They do not spring forth whole into the world. They form slowly, rolled between the hands of time until their edges smooth, until the saying of the story gives enough weight to the words – to the memories – to keep them rolling on their own.”

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415. “Henry Strauss wakes her with kisses.”

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416. “Seeping in through his clothes and his skin until it was gone – or not gone. Absorbed.”

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417. “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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418. “It is so strange, to see her face reflected, distorted, echoed in so many others. Here is the line of her cheek and the curve of her mouth. Here is the angle of her eye and the slope of her nose. The details scattered like seeds across the portraits. She has never had a family, and now she has a tree.”

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419. “Kell would say it was impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.”

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420. “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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421. “ExtraOrdinary. The word that started – ruined, changed – everything.”

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422. “I belong wherever I choose.”

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

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424. “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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425. “They look at you and see whatever they want. Because they don’t see you at all.”

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426. “This is a dream. It would be so easy to climb inside, to stay until it felt real, to never wake up.”

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427. “He wished for the first time in his life that he believed in God.”

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

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429. “No, Sydney,” he said. “I need you to stay here.” “Why?” she asked. “Because you don’t think I’m a bad person,” he said. “And I don’t want to prove you wrong.”

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430. “Look, everyone talks about the unknown like it’s some big scary thing, but it’s the familiar that’s always bothered me. It’s heavy, builds up around you like rocks, until it’s walls and a ceiling and a cell.”

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431. “She knows too well what’s it like when people take one weakness and define you by it.”

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432. “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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433. “Henry would rather be a storykeeper than a storyteller.”

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434. “If she had been kinder, softer, or perhaps if she had simply lived another life, another time.”

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435. “It is not as still as death, not as empty, or calm. There is a violence to this blind black void. It is birds’ wings beating against her skin. It is the rush of the wind in her hair. It is a thousand whispering voices. It is fear, and falling, and it is a feral, wild feeling, and by the time she thinks to scream, the darkness has peeled away again, the night has re-formed, and Luc is once again beside her.”

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436. “She swears sometimes her memory runs forward as well as back, unspooling to show the roads she’ll never get to travel. But that way lies madness, and she has learned not to follow.”

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

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

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440. “Her mother wishes she was more like Isabelle Therault, sweet and kind and utterly incurious, content to keep her eyes down upon her knitting instead of looking up at clouds, instead of wondering what’s around the bend, over the hills. But Adeline does not know how to be like Isabelle. She does not want to be like Isabelle.”

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441. “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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442. “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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443. “The people fed on the magic and the magic fed on them until it ate their bodies and their minds and then their souls.”

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444. “It’s just a door. Not a period, An elipsis. A to-be-continued.”

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445. “The darkness plays its own game,” she says. “It makes its own rules,” she says. “And you have lost.”

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446. “It is such a grand word, soul. Like god, like time, like space, and when she’s tried to picture it, she’s conjured images of lightning, or sunbeams through dust, of storms the shape of human forms, of vast and edgeless white. The truth is so much smaller.”

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447. “You’re the hero... ,” she said, finding his eyes,“... of your own story anyway.”

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448. “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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449. “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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450. “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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