Top 300 Victoria Schwab Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “You know, maybe I should let you kill me. Because you’re right. Even though we come back, something stays dead. Lost. We forget something of who we were. It’s scary and wonderful and monstrous.”

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152. “You will have to choose one road, but when you do, the other will be lost. There is no victory without defeat, so you do not want to choose at all, but you must. And no matter what you choose, you will lose something. Or someone.”

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153. “I left a ball of Oreo filling out for months one time. It never got hard. Lot of unnatural things in the world.”

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154. “Don’t kill me tonight,” she added as she led him into the dark. And he never even thought of it.”

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155. “August’s room was an exercise in entropy and order, a kind of contained chaos. It was small and windowless, close in a way that would have been claustrophobic if it weren’t so familiar.”

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156. “If Verity’s sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity’s were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.”

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157. “That pendant may protect you from the monsters, but it won’t protect you from me.”

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158. “It’s hard to believe in ghosts, until you see one, and then it’s hard not to.”

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159. “Between his parents, he’d had enough involuntary therapy to last several lifetimes.”

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160. “Reaching the hospital too early meant it wouldn’t be a near death experience, just a very unpleasant one.”

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161. “He was dressed in clothes that had clearly never seen the sea. A dark blue suit, accented by a silver cloak, his rich brown hair groomed and threaded with gems to match. A single sapphire sparkled over his right eye. Those eyes, like night lilies caught in moonlight. He used to smell like them, too. Now he smelled like sea breeze and spice, and other things Rhy could not place, from lands he’d never seen.”

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162. “Rituals were funny things. People thought of them as either elaborate formulas, magic spells, or compulsions drilled into the subconscious by months or years of repetition. But really, ritual was just a fancy word for habit. A thing that became easier to do than not do. And habits were simple – especially bad ones, like letting people in.”

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163. “Nobody gets to stay the same.”

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164. “Everything felt fast after being in a cell for ten years. Everything felt free. For the first few days they had driven aimlessly, the need to move outweighing the need for a destination.”

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165. “I spent a long time playing that game,” she said. “Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of me got to live, and be happy, even if I didn’t, and you know what? It’s lonely as hell. Maybe there are other versions, other lives, but this one’s ours. It’s all we’ve got.”

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166. “The living may take strength from love and hope, but the dead grow strong on darker things. On pain and anger and regret.”

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167. “There should be four of us. Mom, Dad, Ben, me. But there’s not. Da’s been dead for four years, but it hasn’t even been a year since Ben died. A year of words no one can say because they call up images no one can bear. The silliest things shatter you. A T-shirt discovered behind the washing machine. A toy that rolled under a cabinet in the garage, forgotten until someone drops something and goes to fetch it, and suddenly they’re on the concrete floor sobbing into a dusty baseball mitt.”

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168. “It perplexed him, how someone about to play God could pray to Him, but it clearly didn’t bother his friend.”

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169. “Kate wondered who was more addicted to their high, serial killers or coffee addicts.”

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170. “Katherine was sitting alone at a table, but she didn’t look lonely. In fact, there was a small, defiant smile on her lips. As if she wanted to be alone. As if the fact people avoided her was a badge.”

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171. “Everything about him was light – his skin, his hair, his eyes, his hands as they danced through the air above her skin, touching her only when absolutely necessary.”

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172. “People are made of so many fragile pieces.”

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173. “Calling the Tuileries a garden is like calling Hogwarts a school.”

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174. “He dreamed of her hand tangling in his, a pulse of power twining them together. He dreamed of them racing through foreign streets, not the London ones they’d navigated, but crooks and bends in places he’d never been, and ones he might never see. But there she was, at his side, pulling him toward freedom.”

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175. “There you go again,” murmured Rhy, leaning his head on Kell’s shoulder. “You never let me fall.”

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176. “He felt alive – so alive – but tarnished, his sense screaming and his head a tangle of dark thoughts and feelings and power, and he was drowning and shivering and burning alive.”

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177. “All Near knows.” “All Near forgets.” “Or tries.”

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178. “I don’t know who I am, and who I’m not, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, and I miss who I was; I miss it every day, Kate, but there’s no place for that August anymore. No place for the version of me who wanted to go to school, and have a life, and feel human, because this world doesn’t need that August. It needs someone else.”

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179. “Wasn’t the point of being alive that you could choose?”

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180. “He could appreciate the elegance, the poetry of made replacing maker, shadow outlasting source.”

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181. “You’re going to come back, right?” she asked when they reached the door. Victor looked over his shoulder. “Of course I will,” he said. “That’s my favorite lighter.”

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182. “Rule one,” she said, forcing her voice even, light. “Don’t make friends. It never ends well.” Riley rolled a soda can between his palms. “But doesn’t it get lonely?” Kate smiled. It was so easy when you could lie. “No.”

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183. “Safe. That is a pretty word.”

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184. “My little brother, Ben, is sprawled inside by the fan, drawing monsters in blue pencil, and I am on the back porch looking up at the stars, all of them haloed by the humid night. You’re standing beside me with a cigarette and an accent full of smoke, twirling your battered ring and telling stories about the Archive and the Narrows and the Outer in calm words, with your Louisiana lilt, like we’re talking weather, breakfast, nothing.”

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185. “Those cards just make you think about what you want, and what you’re scared of. They make you face those things. But nothing can predict your future, Cassidy, because futures aren’t predictable. They’re full of mysteries, and chances, and the only person who decides what happens in them is you.”

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186. “We do it, Jackson, because compassion must be louder than pride.”

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187. “And it seemed so simple: go with Flynn and live in fear, or go with Harker and pay for safety.”

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188. “Maybe, maybe, maybe – and if there were a hundred lives, a hundred Kates, then she was only one of them, and that one was exactly who she was supposed to be. And in the end, it was easier to do what she had to if she could believe that somewhere else, another version of her got to make another choice. Got to live a better – or at least simpler – life. Maybe she was even sparing them.”

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189. “Things only hurt because I’m still alive to feel them.”

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190. “Sydney knew not to trust fear, and certainly not to trust the absence of it.”

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191. “Being a stranger is not a crime.”

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192. “The first trick to lying is to tell the truth as often as possible. If out start lying about everything, big and small, it becomes impossible to keep things straight and you’ll get caught. Once suspicion is planted it becomes exponentially harder to sell the next lie.”

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193. “Sometimes help is a place and sometimes it’s a person, and sometimes it’s a bit of both.”

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194. “Her world became a heavy beat, a rhythm, an angry voice.”

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195. “I am not afraid of nightmares, because mine came true and I lived through them.”

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196. “Most of his problems stemmed from the fact that people seemed to think size and intelligence were inversely proportional.”

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197. “It’s a monster’s world.”

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198. “And she was happy. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames.”

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199. “Every weakness is a place to slide a knife.”

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200. “The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.”

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