Top 300 Victoria Schwab Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “You don’t think about how unnerving silence is until it’s everywhere.”

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302. “Maybe is a match in the dark.”

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303. “In the end, I guess mom was right. I have one foot in winter and one in spring. One foot with the living, and one with the dead.”

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304. “The wind is lonely, love, and always looking for company.”

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305. “Things can be repaired. People are harder to fix.”

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306. “Fear – delicious, defiant fear – dusted the air like sugar.”

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307. “Once, I stole from Death. I’m ready to do it again.”

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308. “Life isn’t made of choices,” said Holland. “It’s made of trades. Some are good, some are bad, but they all have a cost.”

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309. “Lara moves like a girl on a mission. I mean, we are on a mission, but she always walks this way. Like she knows where she’s going. Even when it turns out she doesn’t.”

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310. “The buildings reminded Sloan of jagged teeth, a broken mouth biting into wounded sky.”

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311. “Free-a small word for such a magnificent thing. I don’t know what it feels like, but I want to find out.”

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312. “Edinburgh, the first city we went to for the show, was damp and gray, a city of old stones and hidden paths, it’s history right on the surface.”

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313. “She didn’t realize how much time had passed. That happened to her more than she liked to admit. She’d blink, and the sun would be in a different position, or the show on TV would be over, or someone would be finishing a conversation she’d never heard them start.”

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314. “If you’ve ever stared into a campfire, or the woods, or a blanket of snow, you understand. Your brain gets bored and starts doodling.”

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315. “Home is a choice.”

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316. “Our sister has two sides, Leo had said. They never meet.”

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317. “His eyes hovered on the buildings, but his mind wandered past them all.”

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318. “He’d picked up The National Mark, a nationwide paper, from a gas station, flipping absently through, and fate had smiled at him. Or at least, someone had smiled.”

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319. “Ash holds its shape until you touch it.”

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320. “I feel like I’ve stepped into Alice in Wonderland.”

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321. “It does not matter what you want-the only way out is to be wanted by someone else.”

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322. “He hadn’t had a drink, but his eyes were shining, dancing with light. He didn’t look worried. He didn’t seem afraid. Then again, he wasn’t the one about to die.”

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323. “Every house has secrets.”

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324. “Whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.”

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325. “Callum had a wealth of footage on Leo, but when but when it came to August Flynn, there’d been nothing.”

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326. “Hush,” he says, in a voice like empty rooms.”

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327. “Stories have a way of making the world feel bigger.”

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328. “All Malchai rose from murder, it was true, but he had risen from a massacre.”

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329. “The wind on the moors will always be a tricky thing. It bends its voice and casts it into any shape, long and thin enough to slide beneath the door, stout enough to seem a thing of weight and breath and bone.”

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330. “Nothing happens until it happens, and then it’s already happening. That’s one of Dad’s sayings.”

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331. “We are not Malchai, feeding like beasts. Sunai are justice. Sunai are balance. Sunai are – ” “Self-righteous and prone to speaking in third person?” cut in August before he could stop himself.”

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332. “It is summer, and yet, the parchment smells of autumn, brittle and dry, that narrow season when nature withers and dies, when the windows are shuttered and the furnaces belch smoke and winter waits like a promise, just out of sight.”

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333. “My father taught me how to track, how to read the ground and the trees. He taught me that everything has a language, that if you knew the language, you could make the world talk. The grass and the dirt hold secrets, he’d say. The wind and the water carry stories and warnings.”

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334. “What are the odds? he thought, even though he knew that thing about magic was that it bent the odds.”

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335. “Sometimes, even psychic ghost best friends have secrets.”

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336. “A place this wild, the outside is always trying to get in.”

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337. “Perhaps it began as nothing. A weed poking up through barren soil. Or perhaps it was always what it is – a destructive force – it doesn’t matter. At some point, the thing in the dark grew hungry. It realized that it was living in the shadow of the world. And it wanted out.”

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