Top 300 Victoria Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “They have little in common, save for their geography, and the fact that each has a version of this city straddling this river on this island country, and in each, that city is called London.”

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202. “If you mean a few little things – the exact sound of his voice, the shade of his hair, then okay, yeah. You’re going to forget. But Ben isn’t those things, you know? He’s your brother. He’s made up of every moment in his life. You’ll never forget all of that.”

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203. “Waiting for something to start is always worse than when it does.”

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204. “Why did everyone have to ruin the quiet by asking questions? The truth was a disastrous thing.”

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205. “She looked almost bored, but he knew it was an act, because everything about Kate had always been an act – the bravado, the cold air, all the aspects of her father arranged into a shield, a mask.”

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206. “She bounces off with all the enthusiasm of someone rushing toward cake, not corpses.”

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207. “I am a man, not a movement,” he said. “But if a movement is what it takes to end this war, then I will play my part.”

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208. “At first it was glaring, but eventually, as the months wore on, it lessened until, by the time he took his exams, most even forgot to look concerned when he entered the room.”

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209. “A confession: I am not a good friend.”

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210. “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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211. “It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends.”

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212. “They didn’t even talk, that first day. Just passed the same hour in the same space.”

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213. “The Blake family: two parents, a ghost-seeing girl, her dead best friend, and a rather unhappy cat.”

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214. “Oh, the perks of being perpetually underestimated.”

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215. “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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216. “He took one look at Allegro and frowned. Allegro took one look at him and put its ears back. Ilsa broke into a laugh, as sweet as chimes, and right then August knew, for sure, that he was keeping the cat.”

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217. “Rhy held Kell’s pain in his hands, while Kell held Rhy’s life in his.”

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

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219. “If she’d learned anything from her father, it was that composure was control. Even if it was just an illusion.”

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220. “Cats are drawn to the supernatural. They’re often seen as omens, portents of danger, but they’re also amulets against it. Cats make excellent protectors. They’re very brave.”

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221. “He flashed up in her vision like a flare, auburn hair and that constant furrow between his eyes: one blue, one black. Antari. Magic boy. Prince.”

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222. “He could be the monster if it kept others human.”

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223. “If you don’t show, I’m likely to do something foolish, like throw myself at Aluc-.”

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224. “People aren’t smart when it comes to the dead.”

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225. “He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate’s face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other’s skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”

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226. “It’s easy to get lost in the space between worlds. It’s like dreaming. Sometimes you forget what is and isn’t real.”

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227. “Monsters,” he said slowly, “all want the same thing: to feed. They are united by that common goal, while you are all divided by your morals and your pride. What do I think? I think that if you cannot come together, you cannot win.”

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228. “Belief is not a blanket, Cassidy. It doesn’t cover everything. Forgive me. There’s a big difference between believing in the supernatural in the general sense and believing the twelve-year-old girl you’re escorting across Paris is a ghost hunter with a dead sidekick.”

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229. “The shared secret of our second lives hangs between us, not like a weight, but like a lifeline.”

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230. “What are you?” she snarled. And Kate laughed. “I’m not sure,” she said. “Let’s find out.”

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231. “He seems happier, lighter, after sharing his story. I feel a little heavier after hearing it, but that’s okay. That’s how friendship works. You learn to share the weight.”

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232. “Humanity was messy. For the majority of his short life, he’d thought of people as either food or bad, clean or stained – the separation stark, the lines drawn in black and white – but the last six months had shown him a multitude of grays.”

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233. “Eli’s head was down, his fingers clasped loosely the way they were when he prayed. Victor wondered if that’s what he was doing now, praying, and wished he would stop.”

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234. “He’d made the world a little better, or at least, prevented it from getting worse. That was his purpose. That was his point. Someone.”

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235. “Do any humans really possess the strength to rise above their mediocrity? To become monstrous? To become more?”

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236. “A horrible, heart-slamming-in-her-chest, run-run-run kind of scared. But her mother said there’s no outrunning Death or the devil, so she holds her ground and tells herself there’s more than one kind of quick in the world.”

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237. “He spent the next several hours planning how to kill someone else – Ms. Pierce, specifically – instead of himself. Maybe, if he told her, she’d see that as progress, but he doubted it.”

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238. “And Alice drove her hand into Kate’s chest.”

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239. “You make it worth the pain. You don’t let go.”

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240. “The prince shrugged. “Who needs magic when you look this good?”

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241. “Violence begets violence, and monstrous acts make monsters.”

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242. “I don’t mind cemeteries. They’re usually pretty peaceful, at least for me.”

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243. “Eli drew his fingers through a ring of water on the table. “I don’t want to be forgotten.” He said it so softly he worried Victor wouldn’t hear, not over the chatter of the bar, but he clamped his hand down on Eli’s shoulder. For a moment he looked so serious, but then he let go and slumped back in his seat. “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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244. “Doesn’t do much good,” she’d said, “to fear one kind of death and not another.”

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245. “We do what we have to. We become what we have to.”

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246. “Monsters were born from monstrous acts. But here were monstrous acts without the monstrous aftermath. The only aftermath, in fact, appeared to be the creature itself, the violence fed back into its source, leaving nothing but bodies in its wake.”

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247. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, when it was clear she wouldn’t follow him down that path. “Spend the nights with me, and I’ll help improve your tongue.”

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248. “If these men worshipped anything, they worshipped magic, which she supposed would be heresy back in Grey London. But then again, Christians worshipped an old man in the sky, and if Lila had to say which one seemed more real at the moment, she’d have to side with magic.”

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249. “She’d seen a documentary once, on cult leaders, and the traits that made them so effective. One of the most important features was a commanding presence. Too many people thought that meant being loud, but in truth, it meant someone who didn’t need to be loud. Someone who could command an audience without ever raising their voice.”

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250. “It’s freeing, at first, like shedding a heavy coat. And then you get cold, and you realize life’s not a coat at all. It’s skin. It’s something you can’t take off without losing yourself, too.”

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