Top 100 Victoria Schwab Quotes
#2. The prince shrugged. Who needs magic when you look this good?
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#3. Fear is a strange thing," he used to say. "It has the power to make people close their eyes, turn away. Nothing good grows out of fear.
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#4. If Verity's sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity's were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.
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#5. Properly buried."
"Properly kept."
"That is the way with witches."
"And with all things.
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#6. You know," he says, "for someone who doesn't like touching people, you keep finding ways to put your hands on me.
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#7. There you go again," murmured Rhy, leaning his head on Kell's shoulder. "You never let me fall.
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#8. All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective.
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#9. But after a year of tiptoeing through our lives, trying not to set off memories like landmines.
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#10. The witching hour, people used to call it, that dark time when restless spirits reached for freedom.
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#12. The wind took hold of whatever I felt, and ran away with it.
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#13. I have to wonder if he has masks he wears, too. Maybe we all do.
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#14. The beautiful thing about books was that anyone could open them.
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#15. You are crazy," he says. "You are a crazy, amazing girl. And you scare the hell out of me." I smile.
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#17. These days, everyone left a digital mark. All day, every day at Colton, people were snapping photos, recording every mundane moment as if it deserved to be preserved, remembered.
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#18. Four years of service, and the Archive is still so full of secrets - some big, like altering; some small, like this. The more of them I learn, the more I realize how little I know, and the more I wonder about the things I have been told. The rules I have been taught.
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#19. This whole thing," I say, slumping against the doorway, "it's a lot of change. I just needed some space.
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#20. Aunt Joan broke her hip a few years back. Don't get me wrong, she's still pretty damn fierce. Lightning fast with her cane, in fact. I've got the scars to prove it.
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#21. But once you know, you can't go back. Not really. You can carve out someone's memories, but they won't be who they were before. They'll just be full of holes. Given the choice, I'd rather learn to live with what I know.
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#22. This was a chance for Rhy to shine, not only as a jewel, but as a sword. He had always been a symbol of wealth. He wanted to be a symbol of power. Magic was power, of course, but it wasn't the only kind. Rhy told himself he could still be strong without it.
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#23. Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn't there be just as much light?
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#24. Listen to me," he said, pulling off his coat. "You need to stay awake."
She almost laughed, a shallow chuckle cut short by pain.
He tore the lining from the Colton jacket. "What's so funny?"
"You're a really shitty monster, August Flynn.
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#25. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
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#26. Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair.
Even if he could never be human.
He wanted the chance to matter.
He wanted to live.
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#27. That's how he saw climbing, a physical exercise in positive and negative space. The vast expanse of white drawing the small, person-shaped speck into sharp relief.
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#28. It's Katherine, right?"
"Kate," she said.
"Frederick?"
"Freddie," he corrected.
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#29. I just want to know if you're okay, he says, so soft I barely hear it through the static.
I'm not, not at all; but his worry gives me the strength I need to lie. To pull back and smile and tell him I'm fine.
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#30. Kell used to feel like a possession. Now he felt like a prisoner.
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#31. Funny how when we start to tell a secret, we can't stop. Something falls open in us, and the sheer momentum of letting go pushes us on.
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#32. 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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#33. And besides, if my soul's impeccable taste in music throws you off, then learn to tune me out.
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#34. People are made up of so many small details. Some - like the smell of cookies baking - we can recreate. Or at least try.
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#35. Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I'm not afraid to die," you say with a wan smile. "I just hope I'm smart enough to stay dead.
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#36. Picking the best solution really depended on your definition of best.
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#37. Pretty thing," whispered an old woman from a doorway in Maktahm. "Pretty skin. Pretty bones."
"This way, Master," called another.
"Come inside."
"Rest your feet."
"Rest your bones."
"Pretty bones."
"Pretty blood."
"Drink your magic."
"Eat your life."
"Come inside.
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#38. More of a cookie person, myself. No offense to the other baked goods. I just like cookies.
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#39. Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.
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#40. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
In with gunfire and out with smoke.
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#41. He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up.
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#42. You're dreaming," said Ilsa in her singsong way. She rested her chin on top of his shoulder, and squinted. "What is that in your eyes?"
"What?"
"That speck. Right there. Is it fear?"
He found her gaze in the mirror. "Maybe," he admitted.
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#44. 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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#45. I left the window open, she says.
And just like that, the world pulls back into focus. I stop spinning and something in me cracks - not something literal like bones, thank god, but something just as deep - and I'm so ready for this damn night to end, but I don't want it to end here.
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#46. 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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#47. There's an empty shelf here with your name and dates?"
"There is. And it was beginning to sound nice. But then I got called in to this meeting. An induction ceremony. Some crazy old man and his granddaughter." He stands, guides me up beside him. "And I don't regret it. Now, go home.
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#48. When I was small, the wind sang me lullabies. Lilting, humming, high-pitched things, filling the space around me so that even when all seemed quiet, it wasn't. This is a wind I have lived with.
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#49. I'm willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light.
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#50. Victor didn't want to run while Eli was busy trying to fly.
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#51. You, Mackenzie Bishop," he says as we hit the landing, "have been a very bad girl."
"How so?"
He rounds the banister at the base of the staircase. "You involved me in a lie! Don't think I didn't catch it.
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#52. The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.
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#53. It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends.
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#54. Alucard snaked an arm possessively around his shoulders and brought his lips to the prince's neck, just below his ear. Rhy actually shivered.
"You are far too familiar with your prince," he warned.
"So you confess it, then?" His brushed his lips against Rhy's throat. "That you are mine.
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#55. If he'd had to judge based on the two of them, then ExtraOrdinaries were damaged, to say the least. But these words people threw around
humans, monsters, heroes, villains
to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics.
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#56. A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar -
Everyone groaned, including August.
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#57. 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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#58. If Mom was feeling ambitious, she scribbled a small list of items beneath the word, but seeing as her handwriting is virtually illegible, we won't know what's in each box until we actually open it. Like Christmas. Except we already own everything.
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#59. I live in a world where shadows have teeth. It's not a particularly relaxing environment.
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#60. The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.
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#61. Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate.
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#62. One of the cardinal rules of lying is to never, if it can be prevented, involve someone else in your story, because you can't control them. Which is why I want to punch myself when the lie that falls from my lips is, To hang out with Wesley.
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#63. There would be a time to call the music. Time to summon the souls.
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#64. 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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#65. You sure have a lot of piercings for a guy with a needle phobia."
"I am the master of my fears
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#66. Her world became a heavy beat, a rhythm, an angry voice.
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#69. Be lost. Give up. Give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.
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#70. Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces of me with them.
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#71. 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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#72. WESLEY AYERS is the stranger in the halls of the Coronado. He is the Keeper in the garden who shares my secret. He is the boy who reads me books. He is the one who teaches me how to touch.
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#73. 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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#74. All he knew was that he was a body in search of motion.
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#75. t was amazing how easy it was to think in straight lines when he was in motion, even without his violin.
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#76. He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).
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#77. He fought the men and he slayed the monsters and he bested the gods, and at last the hero, having conquered all, earned the thing that he wanted most. To go home.
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#78. What do schools do that for?" he grumbles. "What's the point of summer if they give you homework?"
"Exactly!
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#79. Da used to say that lies were easy, but trust was hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time it's lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back.
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#80. It's not that Mom didn't keep anything, it's that she kept the wrong things. We leave memories on objects we love and cherish, things we use and wear down.
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#81. There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.
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#82. Not much of a morning person?"
"Such a useless time of day," she said, dragging herself upright and taking the cup. "Can't sleep. Can't steal.
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#83. Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.
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#84. Ben is ten and he's dead. But he's not gone. Not for me.
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#85. But all cities were icebergs, the real power underneath
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#87. Home. The word still tastes like sandpaper in my mouth. But it makes Mom smile - a tired, true smile - so it's worth it.
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#88. And whatever lie he would have given, it died on his lips as they met hers.
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#89. Isn't it strange? It's like after they die, you're only allowed to remember the good. But no one's all good.
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#91. Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it.
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#92. I didn't stop fighting," he said, the words so low he worried Kate wouldn't hear them, but she did. "I just got tired of losing. It's easier this way."
"Of course it's easier," said Kate. "that doesn't mean it's right.
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#93. But if you weren't a Keeper ... if you lost someone and you thought they were gone forever, and then you learned you could get them back, you'd be there with the rest of them, clawing at the walls to get through.
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#94. The worse thing you can do in a fight is stop moving. When someone attacks, they create force, movement, momentum, but you'll be okay as long as you can see and feel the direction of that force and travel with it.
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#95. Perhaps power had to be tended, like Tieren said, but not all things grew in gardens. Plenty of plants grew wild. And Lila had always thought of herself more as a weed than a rose bush.
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#96. At the sunroom doors, he cast a glance back, and found Rhy looking at him with an expression that might have been I'm sorry, but also could have been fuck off, or at the very least we'll talk later.
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#97. Don't tell me you're afraid of heights," she said, shimmying along the edge.
"Not heights," he murmured. "Just falling.
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#98. For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning of another, a whisper and a bang.
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#100. 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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